Today kicks off the season of Not Sure if I’m Still Wet from Showering or Have Started Sweating Again.
Not that I’m complaining; I’m not.
Trying to put on a sports bra when we’re already sweaty is a workout on its own. I never really realize how flexible my arms are until they’re both desperately trying to untangle the back of the bra, which at this point the act of has induced not-so-Houdini-esque panic.
“This is how it ends; me trapped in my sport bra, wearing no pants.”
It’s only the end of February. Today was humid. We’re not ready for air conditioning.