I remember turning on to my brothers street, on my way to visit or for the few months we lived in their basement apartment, and being greeted by nudity. My brothers little ones just didn't conform to the traditionally held belief that, "Clothes make the man", or little girls, as was the case.
My boys, up to that point, wouldn't leave the house shirtless, so the sudden exposure to public nudity was shocking, challenging my belief that nudity is the perfect answer to the evils of laundry, not to mention several other cultural stigmas.
Then along came my #7, he delights in nudity, he spent his first 4 years wandering the neighborhood in various states of undress. He still refuses to wear underwear unless it counts as pants, and insists on sleeping naked every night.
And that's how it works, according to my 8th grade biology teacher, nature seeks balance. My #7's propensity to life ah naturale has more then made me pay for the many years of fully clothed youngsters I'd prided myself on.
So this balance of nature thing should mean that clear skinned, skinny girls from high school should be chubby and pimply in middle age right?
Grr, biology has let me down, I woke up chubby and pimply this morning. The chubby could perhaps be blamed on ice cream and brownies the night before, well...many, many nights before; but, the pimple, ha! There has to a cosmic anomaly at work because I remember my chubby pimply high school days.
Then I remembered...I WON! That's right! I. Won. Something.
I've been following the Misplaced Americans Blog( see side bar) This is a great blog written by a Mom who is living in Brazil with her Husband and three, "cuter than buttons", little boys. She will be sending lil' ol' ME! a Brazil Goodies Basket.
Yea! Hooray! The Cosmos is safe for another day, I Won!
And the pimple is so worth it.