Sometimes my life can bit a bit random, haphazard, crazy and unplanned. With no fault of my own I'm sure.
Except for the part about it being no fault of mine. Because it probably is.
Just the other day I was in a flurry of starting a load of laundry, folding another load, laying Brayden down for a nap, "summerizing" our fireplace and editing a photoshoot... at the same time. Then when I stepped out into my front yard for something inconsequential, I'm sure, I noticed a swell of weeds growing in our flower beds and crashing out onto our porch and driveway. So the next hour became a game of pull the weeds and tend to the plants before the baby wakes... And that was just my morning.
And right now? I'm just now remembering that I have a load of whites in the washer... and yet I can't remember when I washed them. YEAH. WELCOME TO MY MIND.
Though really, this has nothing to do with my post, so please bear with me as I get to my point... Which itself is kind of a rounded out point that's lost it's sharp edge.
A couple of weeks ago we took our two darling littles to a playground of splishy-splashy fun things, water slides and pools. Somewhere between my daughter's cries of I don't want to go down the slide by myself and that was fun, let's do it again!, I found myself clad with my littlest little slug snuggly around me, covering his own eyes as he drifted off to dreamland. And so I followed my oldest little around, camera in tow, to see where her curiosity would take us both. At some point, I was ready to get in the water myself, and headed back to our spot to set the camera down and take off my swimsuit cover, all while keeping my slung babe exhaling those breathy little zzzzz's. I found our blanket stretched out where we'd left it and just as I let my swimsuit cover slide down to my ankles to kick off so that I could run back to join in on the fun, something didn't feel right.
It took me a millisecond to figure out what went wrong, although it seemed more like forever.
I was NAKED FROM THE WAIST DOWN.
Yes, you read that right. NAKED.
I flat out plopped down onto that blanket as fast as my legs would cave and fall and wrapped every bit of material I could gather up around me.
Apparently, at some point during our play, my swimsuit bottom had come untied, and was being held up my skirt. So when I pulled that cover down, well, the rest is history.
So there I am, sitting on a blanket that is pulled up around me, babe still sleeping in his sling on me, and my thoughts are all mixed up in an embarrassing array of who saw me and where is the rest of my swimsuit.
Somehow I managed to find it, put it back on while staying covered (and I have no idea how that feat was accomplished because I couldn't actually see myself from the waist down due to a 17 pound babe sleeping across my chest this entire time), and make me way back out the pool, head held high.
Life brings all sorts of crazy beautiful. I'm in the habit of searching for the beautiful every day... and finding it. But when crazy strikes, it's awesome. Sometimes horrifying, but always awesome. And I laugh at just how funny, embarrassing and happy this crazy beautiful life can be.