Wait. Did I spell embarrass correctly? I don’t believe that I have spell check in my title bar.
Yes. It appears I did.
I hope that all you mother’s out there had a spectacular day full of pampering and relaxation. And gifts. Not to brag or anything, but I scored a few really great gifts and didn’t have to cook. Most importantly though, I scored some really touching cards full of heartfelt sentiment. I’m a sucker for those. I already have them filed away in my stash of cards that I will save forever and must be rescued should my house burn down.
Oh, speaking of heartfelt accolades, Parenting By Dummies was going to send me a card telling me what a great mother I am and how much she adores me and my writing style, but instead she published something on her blog. Totally made my day.
Now, back to my story.
Sometimes My Children Embarrass Me.
It doesn’t happen very frequently since they’d rather humiliate me instead, but every once in awhile one of them (and by one of them, I mean one or both of the twins) will pull a social faux pas that makes me want to be four again and join them. (As opposed to the times when they humiliate me making me want to disown them and the ground to swallow me up.)
Yesterday at church I got wind of a little event that transpired.
A little event in which my son interrupted a whole room full of children by opening his button-up shirt, standing up in front of everyone and lifting his chair over his head, making a grrrrrrrr sound like he was The Hulk.
I was embarrassed when I heard the story and was forced to have a talk with him about proper church conduct (“that’s not it, buddy, in case you were wondering”).
To tell the truth though, what I really secretly wish is that I was there to witness the act in person. And that it was someone else’s kid that did it.
Don’t forget to check out my Pleated Poppy $50 giveaway going on this week!