Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Who Created Hot?


I know the word "hot" has soooooo many meanings. Hot describes a burner on the stove, Maksim Chmerkovskiy, and a good bowl of clam chowder. I'm "cool" with that, but the definition of hot that I HATE is summer! I don't despise this time of year because my chittlins are home from school. I don't abhor the season for it's BBQ's, fireworks, or pool pastimes. It really just boils down to one teensy thing.........sweat. I sweat like a cool glass of lemonade on the deck at noon. I don't even have to be in the elements to sweat. In the comfort of my home, entertaining company at my dining room table, I glisten! Not fair! I know it's a necessary evil, but why is it that some people perspire more than others. Even with "Sure", I will not raise my hand. Not only is there moisture rolling down my back, face, and buttocks, but my pits start to stink before we sing the first line of "When We All Get To Heaven" at church on Sunday! I have tried prescription strength Secret at $8 something a pop. I have tried alcohol (rubbing, not drinking :) with a cotton ball. Who knew that having babies would do me so wrong? After #3, something strange happened to my body. Chemistry came back to haunt me. Why me, Lord? Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Moms are made of sweat and scrunchies, and when depressed get the munchies. Okay, that took me a while.

I just wanna know, what changed in your body post children? Let's hear it girls........don't leave me hangin'......

11 comments:

Lula! said...

I used to be the coldest person in the room. Now I'm the hottest. And I don't mean in a Paris Hilton kind of way. So that defnitely changed after 2 babies. Plus my feet grew 1/2 a size each time, taking me from a 7 to an 8. Let's not even get started on the stretch marks, droopy boobs, poochy tummy, varicose veins...

Dang, Melissa...why'd you bring this up? Ha. Seriously, I'll take this battered and saggy body...'cause God gave me two beautiful girls and Scott and I supremely blessed. I may not be trim and firm, but at least I'm walking, talking, living and breathing. GLORY!!!

Melissa said...

Oh no you di-in't even bring up the feet again!!! My feet grew a whole shoe size. Used to be a 10, now 11. Ridic! What's up with that?

CroppinRobin said...

my feet grew, too....but not sure if it's from 2 kids or the 'extra person' i now carry around....his name is chubby. say it with me....my name is chubby, my momma calls me chubby, my daddy calls me chubby, everyone calls me chubby........
i can't blame sweating on childbirth...i've ALWAYS been a sweater and not the pullerover kind!

CroppinRobin said...

trying to be funny...and i 'typoed' instead.

supposed to read pullover...no a pullerover. that is something you do when an ambulance is coming....
okay, i'm now laughing out loud!

Melissa said...

I laughed out loud, too. Palm Beach Special chubby.....

Dee Dee's Diary said...

I noticed bigger feet,too and that was with only 1 child. Can't imagine the changes with 3. YIKES.
When I hear HOT, I think of HOT SAUCE. Jason puts it on EVERYTHING.
I hate the sweat that gets on your upper lip. I just HATE THAT. Am I the only one that gets that?
I am going through "the change" and I sweat less than I used to. There's hope out there, Melissa

gideonmommasita said...

I have ALWAYS sweated on my upper lip...anytime of day, any kind of weather. The thing I hate post children is the poor circulation in my right leg...at least it's only the right. It was breezy today while you were getting hail...blew the sweat right off the ol upper lip.

Caroline said...

Speaking of hangin', ummm, yah. The girls headed a little south following breastfeeding. Stretch marks I don't mind so much. I bear the scars of a woman with a beautiful redhead. I'm a little scared about what having more children will do, but that's not going to stop us. And I'm not beyond some surgical correction in the future if need be. Not that we'll have the money for that, but I'm just sayin.

Karen said...

I have just 2 words for you..... Armpit boobs.
You know, when you lay down and your boobs relocate to your armpits... That's what kids did to me..

Melissa said...

Okay, Karen, that's funny right there!

-Bridget said...

I gave too many of my brain cells to my girls. I didn't have enough to spare. In return my feet grew and I've now sprouted chin hair.

I love kids.