We’re all on our hols!
“Let’s all swim!” The kids cheer.
I frantically dig out some dusty swim gear…
We’re there, a bit flustered, but head for the pool.
I suck in my stomach and try to act cool.
The kid’s gallop off in an unruly flock,
As I pause…
And peer down at my body in shock…
My legs are resembling those of a yeti.
My costume appears to be hosting spaghetti?
My toes are unpainted, my nails need a trim.
Like those of a “hobbit” but slightly more grim.
The truth is apparent.
It can’t be denied.
I’ve simply allowed my glam standards to slide!
Where my holiday prep was once fake tan and wax,
I now think I’m prepped if I’m carrying snacks!
I used to take time and indulge in self pride?
My glam former self has apparently died?
I stop to consider my make up routine:
“Frown at the mirror and make face look clean”.
The lingerie concept all seems a bit dear?
My pants (all from Asda) now come up to “here!”
My hair is dragged back in a messy “Mum bun”
My wardrobe’s designed around hiding my bum.
I try to recall what a hairdryer’s for?
I’ve not seen my straighteners for six months or more.
My hands are destroyed and my nails are a mess.
I’m dressed now to function and not to impress.
My eyebrows of doom can be seen from afar.
And as for high heels? Hahahahahaha!!!
There’s things in my pockets you wouldn’t believe.
And always a tissue or two up my sleeve.
My accessory range is now chucked in a drawer,
And only dragged out for the kids to explore.
The main thing I carry these days is a tot.
With his face full of crumbs and obligatory snot.
So perhaps I could do with a kick up the bum?
It’s not an excuse just because I’m a mum.
And I’ll now make a pledge as I stand by this pool,
(Hiding my furry white legs like a fool.)
My legs shall be shaved and my toes shall be neat!
I shall no longer cringe when I look at my feet!
But I’ll also accept that for now, I’m a mum,
And I’ll try to make peace with the size of my bum.
My tots just don’t care if my make up looks rushed,
They don’t give a toot if my hair isn’t brushed.
They grin when they see me walk in through the door.
They just want to snuggle and roll on the floor.
And I’m not quite as glam as I once used to be.
As I’ve moved on a bit, and that’s ok by me.
So I’ll look in the mirror and see, if I can.
The fabulous mum that my kids think I am.
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