So I have discovered that my blog had taken a certain turn. A turn to the serious and thought provoking. While I really don't mind that, it really doesn't describe who I am.
I am crazy and zany. I am loud and outgoing. I am unpredictable. I tend to get myself into crazy situations at times too. Allow me to describe one situation:
The year was 2004. I was in my first year of teaching precious, innocent kindergartners at a local Catholic school. I loved my job!
It was a lovely Spring day and I was dressed comfortably in long, somewhat fitted, basic denim dress. (Don't judge me. I was a kindergarten teacher and it WAS 2004!)
The day was going just peachy, except for one problem. I had this pesky stubborn hair that was somehow attached to my bra that kept tickling/itching right under my bra line. Well since I had on a full dress, I couldn't very well quickly take care of it. I shifted and wiggled to the best of my ability to release said hair. Nothing worked. It continued to annoy me for the remainder of the morning.
By lunchtime/recess, the hair had stopped bothering me so, I really didn't think much about it while I had a chance to remove it.
The kids then returned to the room after recess to resume class. During storytime, I noticed the itching getting astronimically worse. Driving me crazy in fact. Then as I looked down at the bodice of my dress while I was reading, I noticed a wet area on my dress. Now, Mackenzie was a toddler at this point so I knew it was not a breastfeeding mishap. It was just after lunch. Perhaps I had splashed some water unknowingly on myself as I rinsed my dishes. Not true either. I noticed the wet area was expanding. "What in the world?" A tickling hair in my bra and a mysterious wet spot on my dress. I was so confused.
I ended storytime a bit short and got the kiddos focused on an activity while I asked the teacher next door to keep an eye on my class.
I zipped down the hall to the teacher bathroom closet. (Yes, I said closet because that is exactly what it was-a closet with a toilet and sink. No room to move let alone get a long straight denim dress pulled up to investigate what was happening!) As I shimmied the dress up, I noticed a small stream of liquid coming down from my bra. It was clear. I touched it questioningly. It was oily. Ewww! "OH NO!" My water bra had sprung a leak! What was I going to do?
Well, I wiggled the oily dress back down and rushed back to my classroom trying to brainstorm a solution. I didn't carry an extra bra around. I couldn't go braless around my poor innocent kindergartners-or could I?
I figured it out! You see, I could be president of the "itty-bitty committee"-hence the need for the water bra. Support was really not an issue. I had a solution in my classroom after all-----wait for it----the "BooBoo Box"! Yep-bandaids!
I zipped back down the hall to the closet. This time was even more difficult. I had to completely remove the dress in order to remove the defective bra. No simply task in a closet that also contained a toilet and a sink-but I did it. Remove bra. Clean oil. Apply bandaids to protect "virgin eyes" from an even worse wardrobe malfunction. Then get on with the rest of my day-oily dress and all.
I know you are wondering, so NO I have not purchased another Water Bra since this incident. I will stick with the (less that realistic) push up bra with fabric padding.
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