Having a husband that could read my mind could really save me from a lot of tears and stress...

So a couple weeks ago, I came home from lunch with two of my besties and Chris and Keira were leaving to go to the pool. and I had a SERIOUS meltdown.  I had this whole first trip to the pool day planned, and the way it was going was NOT in my plan.  Now this plan was unknown to anyone but me, but still why couldn't Chris just read my mind and KNOW that Keira's first trip to the pool was not supposed to be without me or with me in a non existent bathing suit.  Anyway, we had a huge fight (well it was a fight to me he just thought I was being difficult) anyway I didn't want him to go to the pool without me, yet I didn't have a swimming suit and I didn't want to go and sit on the side.  So then he was like just go in some shorts and a tank... um excuse, sometimes he has a minor lapse in judgement and forgets who his wife is.  Maybe for other girls this sort of attire is ok... NOT FOR ME.  My whole life i have dressed as though I am going to a fashion show, i pride myself on clothing and looking fashionable at ALL times, even at gross old apartment pools with old women in too small bikinis and sagging skin.  My husband just doesn't get this and he is soo stubborn I just immediately start crying and tell him to go without me.  So he leaves, then my insanity begins.  I pull in and CANNOT find my garage door opener ANYWHERE, and I mean ANYWHERE.  I was in my mom's car which i borrowed for the weekend and I knew I put it in there i tore apart the entire car and couldn't find it anywhere, on top of this it was like a million degrees i was sweating, irritated with Chris for not understanding, and now I couldn't even get into my house.  So i have to find the property manager have her let me in, then go for a mad dash to target to find a bathing suit that only i have in my mind yet no one has for sale at ANY store.  This happens to me quite frequently, with lots of things.  You think i would learn but no.  It turns out that my fabulous pre-baby body (which really wasn't that fabulous to begin with) is not back and I have stretch marks and I am not back to my normal size, never conditions you want to deal with when searching for a skimpy bathing suit.  And I refuse to wear a tankini... they are hideous... so I finally settle for a gold lamay... yes i said gold lamay retro style one piece from Zach Posen, which is of course the most expensive bathing suit in Target (but it is Target not Saks so I guess I can buy it).  Anyway... by the time i got my bathing suit, and got back home Chris and Keira were at home napping !!!! Seriously?!?!

All that running around for nothing

and ps. my mom found my garage door opener the next day under her seat.  like in a min and thirty seconds flat.

xoxox

kati