Things happen in my life on a near-daily basis that prove Murphy’s Law as truth. Each Monday is dedicated to showcasing my life’s crazy moments.
This really just happened. Well sorta. It happened last night at midnight, or this morning rather.
One of Styles’ closest friends is moving on Wednesday and they want to spend as much time together as possible so I let his friend stay the night tonight. They’ve been following one another around all day, not straying more than 3 feet from one another at any given time. Styles’ friend even followed him into the bathroom when he went to poop. EEWWWW!
I should have known at that point that something wonderfully appropriate for my weekly meme would take place.
I went to the bathroom to prepare myself for bed. My nightly routine consists of washing my face, putting layer after layer of cream on my face in an effort to preserve my 29 year old skin for the rest of its life, brushing my teeth, and recently flossing.
Last night as I was washing my face, I began thinking about what insanity I could possibly write about this week. I didn’t personally have anything to talk about (shocker, I know). I chuckled out loud at how funny it would be if Styles and his friend burst into the bathroom while I was preparing myself for bed wearing only a black nursing tank.
It was funny before it actually happened.
I was brushing my teeth when I heard the phone ring. I knew it was Kyle calling to tell me he was finally coming home from work but I didn’t think Styles would actually pick up the phone. Well, he did and he brought the phone to me in the bathroom.
We’re a pretty open family. Styles sees my rear-end all the time and since I breastfeed, he sees my knockers from time to time too. But his friend? His friend doesn’t have the privilege of seeing those body parts unless they have clothing on them. That would be wrong otherwise. Just wrong.
But last night? Last night was a different story. Styles’ friend followed him into the bathroom where I was leaning over the sink brushing my teeth wearing nothing but a black nursing tank.
When I saw both toe-headed little boys coming into the bathroom I screamed, “JESUS!” and ran into the opposite corner, covering my goods.
I don’t know why I’m the embarrassed one, but I am. Styles’ friend will never be the same. I’m afraid I’ve scarred him for life.
Next time your kids have someone stay the night and you plan on being half naked in your OWN BATHROOM, make sure you lock the door because:
If it CAN happen, it WILL Happen.