Running Red Momma

A few weeks ago, I was tired of the pinching crap nursing bras I owned. I decided to march on over to a speciality store. I figured I would receive helpful assistance in finding the perfect bra. I had started running again. Although I am not huge, I am still not used to the actually bouncing of my breasts while running. So, I was looking for an excellent running bra as well. I went in; the host of the store seemed pleasant enough. Yes, she insisted on marching in and checking the fit. I will explain she was of the larger variety. Hence, a few inches probably weren't even observable by her. When she measured me, she squeezed the tape tightly and gave me the same number as my pre-pregnancy self. "No", I assured her. "If I had that kind of measurement, I would just need a thin shelf of lycra and I could be on my way." "Well, you are a small one." "Measure again!", I requested. She then went up one cup. I decided to humor her and trie...

Most people know I have a feminist bent.   I guess sometimes, I run with it too long.  My daughter has wondered why women don't change oil, lay carpet or install wood floors.   I told her maybe the women are on break or we just didn't see them that day.  While singing in church, she wondered why "the errand of angels" is just for women?  Hmmmm, I'm not so sure myself.  Finally, as I was getting dressed, she wondered why just women have breasts.  Doesn't that make them do all the work?  Honey, I thought, you have no idea!  Men love 'em, babies love 'em.... the day never ends.  I joke that I could put them in a box for my husband at work.  He claims that is not the same.  It was merely a suggestion.    I just don't know what I have created in my own home.  Have I made a monster? Probably.  But I still appreciate the funny observations.