The Power of the Panties

Mar 8, 2011 by mommywins

Do you see these?

These are typical of the type of underwear I wear every day.

EVERY day.

I don’t see my husband every day. Most days, he has no idea what color shirt I’m wearing, let alone what color underwear. Most days no one sees my underwear but me.

Why do I care?

Because on a typical day I’ll commute an hour to work, spend nine hours behind a desk thinking about very technical, very serious, very un-fun things, then commute an hour back home, drive all over the city to pick up my kids only to either come home and make a quick dinner or decide I’m hitting up a drive-through because its nearly 6:30 pm. Once I let out the dog who’s jumping around, prancing on the hardwood floors and feed the cat who is apparently STARVING since I last fed him that morning, I force my children to eat the half-assed dinner that I’ve placed in front of them. Sometime around now I’m sick of hearing my children whine, though at the same time I know they whine because they’re tired and they’ve had long days, too. Its at that point I’ll remind myself that they’re only little for so long, and that I should play a game with them or give them a snack or read them a book, and will spend time trying to encourage them back into the happy-go-lucky attitudes that I know they possess. Finally, when I give up, I’ll spend 30-40 minutes on “the bedtime routine”, after which I’ll load the dishwasher or fold some laundry or generally pick up the house. Just before its 10:00 and I NEED to sit down and be still for awhile? I’ll put on some pajamas.

And when I do? I typically catch a glimpse of myself in my underthings, which provide a jolting reminder that I am more than just someone’s Mom. More than the person who takes care of and feeds everybody else. I am more than my serious work-my-ass-off job. I am sexy. I am a woman. And damn if I don’t look fucking amazing in lace panties, even if no one sees them.

Then I can sigh, and sit down, and feel better about being ME.