I went into my classroom for the first official time since I got the job. A big geometric room, with yellow paint and fairly new rugs. Itâ€™s still waiting for summer cleaning though, so other than sitting in the middle of it to draw a quick floor plan on the back of a used piece of printer paper, I didnâ€™t stay. Iâ€™ll be there enough once itâ€™s waxed and scrubbed, arranging chairs and labeling things. Instead, I went shopping.
There is a whole slew of outlet stores right down the road from my school, and Iâ€™ve been dying to go, but have never had both hands free. That is probably one of the greatest things I miss about my pre-baby life: both hands. Now itâ€™s a rare occasion when Iâ€™m not schlepping Bean and/or his stroller/diaper bag, or some other baby related accoutrement. But today it was just me and my blue bag.
I discovered something depressing while shopping. Something Iâ€™ve kindof been made aware of, but have been ignoring: my boobs have shrunk. Yeah, Iâ€™m stepping this low. A boob post. But Iâ€™m a WOMAN, after all, and women are aloud to whimper and whine about such thingsâ€”especially after my negligee drawer has only seen D cups for the past year. Iâ€™m now in what might be called the â€œnearly Bâ€ category. Did you even know there was such a category? Google it. Youâ€™ll see. There is, and Iâ€™m in it. I drowned my sorrows by spending a small fortune on glorious midnight blue on-sale bath towels, and savoring more of this wine (itâ€™s cheap, and luscious: a bouquet of blackberries, and a sweet finish.)