Perhaps this is a commentary on the simplicity (oafishness?) of men. Or, you could look at it like: I have been a work-at-home mom and out of the public’s scrutinizing eye for way too long already.

Anyway, I got this new bathing suit; the kind with a skirt. The same kind that I swore I wouldn’t be caught dead in a short five years ago. You know, before I was a mom with some loose body issues to tie up. So, I’m getting ready for a trip to the waterpark with babies one day this week and I put on just the bathing suit and a zip-up sweatshirt.

Jim walks in, sees me, and goes: “What are you all dressed up for?”