Belly Laugh

Every now and then I have the opportunity to drop my grandson off at his grade school. His school is the "Perfect Mommy Zone". All these fit and trim moms come jogging up in their cute little matching outfits with their kids in toe. They have no tummy, perfect little buts and they always wear pony tails. I come driving up wearing my sweats, jacked up hair, sleepy in the eyes with a coffee cup held strategically in front of my face so they don't recognize me and force me to acknowledge them. Even with the car hiding most of my body, I feel like they can see every offensive ounce of flesh over my goal weight. Now one would think that if I am concerned about those moms seeing all of my flaws, I would take the time to look a little more presentable in the morning, but obviously I live to humiliate myself! So as I pull away from the school, I notice that the door ajar light is on in the car. I pull over to the side to check little lift window at the back of the car. As I exit my SUV, I see a lady that I always see when I go to the school. I call her "Wonder Woman". She stops and says "HI" to me. We chit chat for a moment as her son runs up to the school. As I turn to get back in my car, I notice that my tee shirt has been up above my belly the whole time we talked. Any curiosity she had about how bad my belly looks is now resolved. After realizing that I have once again humiliated myself by not trying a little harder to look presentable, I just have to look down at my belly and laugh! My immediate thought is that I look like a Sumo Wrestler next to an anorexic. So as I break into a belly laugh and watch my tummy jiggle up and down, I realize that this is further reason to stick to my diet and loose more weight. But will I get up early enough to fix myself up a little more before I drop him off? Probably not!