At least I still have a Uterus....

Ok, cut me some slack. I know that the two people who follow this blog, will notice that it is backdated. This might be considered cheating, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

At my after race celebration, we were talking about all the crazy things that go on in your life. Those unexpected things you never thought you would do as a parent, etc. They were stories of guilt and humor and the realization that we were all children of horribly negligent parents. Really, where was DHR when we driving around without car seats, pedaling our bikes without helmets, and walking to the neighborhood convenience store without supervision? The way the media acts we are phenomena an outlier lucky to have survived.

This conversation morphed into the strange things children do to your bodies. As we all griped about the spreading of hips and sagging of boobs, one Mom retorted "at least you still have a uterus, mine fell apart." We busted out laughing. It became the catch phrase of the day, and it made me think of the fact that no matter how hard your situation is, some one has it worse. At least I still have my Uterus.

Thanks girls for keeping it Real.

"Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”- Anonymous