Today? Was the moment of truth.
Nothing to do
"Let's go to the pool!" the bored children cried. And, realizing that delaying yet another week would not make me any thinner or the varicose veins on my legs any less prominent, I said, "Okay! Let's go!" with an enthusiasm that I believe bordered on the heroic.
I proceeded to pack up towels, locate the sunscreen, order the children into swimsuits, and accomplish all the other myriad tasks required for an aquatic pilgrimage with kids. At one point during this flurry of activity, Susie walked into my room. "Are we going yet?" she asked.
"Pretty soon, sweetie - I just have to get changed myself," I told her.
"Yes," Susie said, in a sage tone not usually employed by a 5-year-old, a tone replete with an appreciation of the challenges of middle age. "You have to try and squeeze into your swimsuit."
Well...um...yes, that's one way to put it. I just didn't think the effort was that noticeable. I mean, the squeezing part....
I guess kids do say the darndest things.
[Fat Lady image credit: Lost in Suburbia]