So. Bacon. Let’s talk about bacon. If you follow me on any of my social media channels you probably already know I’m a bit of a fan, often showing you pictures like this.
Or even this.
I just can’t help it. Bacon, considering I only came to love it over the last few years, has become the staple part of my motherhood survival kit. It sits firmly in the top five list below Gin (and all booze) and my nails being done, but smugly above chocolate and shoe shopping – I know, that’s how serious this is, it’s above shoe shopping.
There has been many a morning where after a non-nights-sleep and a painful school run where I have hurried home and turned on my grill and made myself a bacon-goodness treat.
However, there’s a slight problem with my bacon-Band-Aid, and that would be my bacon-spare-tyre around my ever-expanding waist. But I’ve got to the stage of sheer exhaustion combined with greed and laziness, where I’ve decided that actually I don’t care anymore. In fact, I rather like my roll; it is extra protection from small boys who fling themselves at me at 100 miles an hour.
But that does mean that as the summer finally sets in, I can’t just pull on my little shorts and a vest. Mainly because they don’t pull on very easily, add suntan lotion and even with tugging it’s a bit tricky. So with that in mind, I’ve been thinking about what I will be taking on holiday with me.
As Mr Aimee notoriously expects me to pack light, I have to be very crafty with my mix and matching-ness of outfits. Especially as I also suffer a huge slight paranoia of my case getting lost at the airport and having to cope with what I’ve managed to stuff into the hand luggage.
I won’t bore you with my total holiday wardrobe, but here’s where my mind is going with regards to a few days worth.
I can buy everything from George at Asda, they have so many pretty dresses online, at the price they are, I reckon I could get away with one day without Mr Aimee noticing. Or, alternatively I can buy them while I’m out spending the bacon, on, erm, bacon.