As usual, Tuesday has snuck up on me – but alas, I did something this week that merits a brand new True Story Tuesday!
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I cannot believe I share such a sense of familiarity with y’all that I’m about to share this horrifyingly embarrassing story. I’m nice enough to say I hope it’s never happened to you :)
Us moms know what a rare treat an unchaperoned shower is, right? And this has been a previously blogged about topic – trust me when I say I know…
So in my rush to hit the showers, I realize that my planned outfit is missing an important piece of clothing.
I ask Mr. Daddy to grab me a pair of undies (and ladies, you know that is playing with fire already, right? Cuz you KNOW that man is going to bring back the most unpractical undergarment you own, riiight?)
Anyhoo, I jump in the shower and get to work shampooing. (Okay, is it just me, or does SHAM-POOING sound funny to anyone else? Just me? Nevermind).
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shadow move on the other side of the shower curtain.
I do what every wife does… I suck in my gut, angle sideways and start rinsing my hair. I am convinced that he’ll try to startle me (unsuccessfully for once!) and I’m hoping he won’t notice the extra 18 pounds I’ve been packing.
Except… that I’m not naturally alluring by nature. And when I attempt to be anything but my silly pudgy self, something always occurs to ensure that my true colors are on parade.
Which means that as I tilt back to rinse my hair, of course the shampoo goes straight into my eyes. (Well, DUH!)
And I am desperately trying to rinse them out, but my eyes are instinctively (and alluringly, remember) scrunched tight.
I keep sucking in and tilt back further.
Which sends a cascade of water straight.up.my.nose.
Oh yeah – you do know how impossible it is to keep sucking in while coughing and choking and posing sideways with your eyes completely shut?
When I finally gave up in complete and utter exasperation, I gingerly opened my eyes to see:
Oh yes folks, he was totally cracking up at his hapless, choking, red-eyed (and shriekingly uncl0thed, ugh) mother.
As if that weren’t enough? He looked me right in the eye and said,
I (mumble mumble) go pee-pee!
And remember how us deaf people rely on context clues? His hands on the snap of his pants, my inability to lipread the difference between “I hafta go pee-pee” and “I HAD to go pee-pee”…
Let’s just say that I’m living in denial of the possibility that while his mother was dancing around, gasping for air, scrubbing her eyeballs, (and let’s not forget sucking her tummy in and angling sideways), my boy may have possibly made a contribution to the hot shower.
One for the baby book?
So link away! Any fun memories you have of embarrassing the tar out of your parents???
And while we’re at it, I’d like to send a special shout-out to our globetrotting buddy Julie (Foursons). I believe we’re about to witness some major bloggy drama – seeing as Mr. Daddy promised to UNFOLLOW (yes, I said that cursed word – that kryptonite to our Oh So Humble Leader) King Julien if she dared to attend a Yankees game and brag about it.
I love you Jules, but we’re gonna have to talk about your Yankee and Nikon ways :)
So link up for some great reading – hope to see your post!