Where My Girls At?

The other day it kind of hit me, my girls were gone? Not my three daughters, they were all accounted for downstairs and I could hear them screaming over whatever stupid squishy toy someone took from someone else. The oldest ready to tattle tell, the middle telling her to mind her own business and the youngest running around yelling "MINE" over and over again at no one specific, just a general scream. No, not those girls, my actual girls had left me. Left me here in this nuthouse all alone to face motherhood, parenthood, marriage, employment and whatever other new title life is going to throw my way.

At first I was a little sad when this dawned on me. How would I venture all these roles without the support of my lady bits. They were my go to for deep discussions when I had no one else to confide in at my house. A friendly pep talk like "come on ladies, let do this", "screw the man, who needs him, we got this" or "ladies we're going out for drinks, so perk up."

At this point in my life I have realized that relationships come and go, some have ebbs and flows, others are briefly there for some reason we may not even realize. But these were MY girls, the ones I had been through it all with. They were already by my side when Aunt Flo first popped into my life in 5th grade, they were the spring break girls who went to PCB (that's Panama City Beach for all those too classy to know what it stands for) with me, the ones who were there to get too many mardi gras beads (mom if you read that, it's not what you are thinking, I think?-honestly it's blurry), and they were with me as I walked down the aisle 8 years ago. We tailgated hard (SEC Style), hustled for free drinks and spent hours dancing until all hours of the night (booty drops and all). My nipple tassel girls - I mean how many of your girls can you say that about?

Honestly, I should have seen this coming, or going in this case. After all, in recent years I have become a complete dud. Instead of getting all dolled up for a night on the town, I've taken up this whole motherhood gig. I no longer flirt for free drinks, I am the free drink, just nursing babies on the reg. Want milk? Here, I've got that on tap! By the time I had my third I just walked around braless for months so I could pop out the goods on demand. I no longer take the time to represent my girls properly. What was one a demi-cup bra in whatever wild color I could find, has now been replaced with a sensible I can pick kids up without my boob poppin' out nude bra. Gone are the days when the girls and I don't need support, bras are no longer optional for a mom whose had three kids - they are kind of required by the Law. The Law of Gravity that is.

I know with weight loss some people have relationship shifts. Maybe we can say that was the cause. I'm really not mad at them, I just would have liked to had the chance to say good-bye properly or have one last hooray! Maybe a good stroll down memory lane.

I have visions of them propped up at a bar someone, preferable a swim up pool bar somewhere by the beach, just sippin' on a pina colada. Maybe even laying on that beach and getting a little tan, something I haven't experienced in years. A late night skinny dip in the ocean if they are feeling frisky. Wherever you are girls, I hope you are living it up. I know you have a lot of good years left in you and I just didn't hold up my end of the bargain.

Either way, the girls are off on another adventure in another world. I've worked my tail off to get in shape after all these kids and while having some big o' bitties and a tiny little waist might have been fun, it's a lot easier to chase kids without them.