Burning it up
So, while ruminating about the crack issue in my parenting life, I thought of something interesting. Once in a while I read do-it-yourselfer handyman type magazines, mostly because I like cutting stuff with power saws. Something like 10 years ago I saw this ad all over the place for a special t-shirt made just for plumbers. It had an extra long back/tail area so you could tuck it in and never show crack.
Around that time we redid our bathroom. We had this huge plumber who was like 6 foot 6 inches tall. When we were putting in the new toilet, I realized that I was seeing a huge amount of blue t-shirt… I was like ‘holy crap, he actually has the plumber t-shirt!’ I thought it was pretty cool.
So fast forward to now, after nearly a decade of parenting… a decade of seeing mothers totally owning the crack. I don’t even think of it as plumber crack any more. It’s totally Mom crack now. It makes me think now is the time to throw the old shirts in the outdoor firepit and start selling the special Mom shirt with extended rear coverage. Seriously. Come on ladies, can we just cover it up. I wouldn’t want to see your split if you were skinny, twenty and hot, so I sure don’t need to see it now.
I keep mine covered, after all.
But then… I’m neither a plumber or a mom.