So, this morning we went to the beach, just to play in the sand, very much a last-minute idea.
Just as we're packing up DS's bucket and spade and random crap DH pipes up with, "do you know where my togs are?"
AIBU to be jealous that he can just jump into his swimmers straight from winter whereas I'd have to spend at least 2 hours de-hairing? (Or 3 days in advance of bikini-wearing as I go very red for days after).
So, there I sat, jeans and a t-shirt, feeling like an absolute idiot, "DH, can you go with DS to get a bucket of water? I'll get my jeans wet".
Last night I had a dream where I was wandering about with my yeti-legs and no one battered an eyelash. Mind you, naked DH was also there with a crocodile, so I can't rely on them.
AIBU?
(Or Should I be posting in S&B or Feminism?)