Well, I’m Mortified.
First things first: Mom and Dad, I know you read this blog. Why don’t you take a break at this point and just skip this post? No, really, skip it. Thanks in advance. It definitely falls under the category of “overshare” and “things that probably should not be posted on the internet” and most of all “things I really don’t need my parents to read”.
So. HSD (Hot Single Dad, for the uninitiated) was over last night. He hasn’t met Caroline, so he sometimes comes over after she’s in bed to hang out. Otherwise it’s tough for us to find time to see each other, since we’re both the custodial parent for our kids.
We watched a movie, yadda yadda, no details but you get the picture (this is a family friendly blog, okay?), fast forward to later in the night. It’s around 11:30 at this point and we’re lying across each other in bed, talking. I’m in the middle of some story and we’re both laughing and suddenly, right next to my ear, comes a yell: “MAMA!!!!”
We both jump about a mile. I leap off of him like someone has lit me on fire and he panics and claps his hands over himself. I snatch Caroline up by the waist and run her down the hall to her room, naked, silently freaking out, wondering how long she had been standing there and basically just yelling “OMGOMGOMGOMG” over and over in my head while she asks innocently, “who dat, Mommy?”. I put her back to bed, wait until she’s almost asleep, and walk slowly back to my bedroom with both hands covering my mouth. He and I look at each other and just start cracking up. I mean, what else can you do at that point? Her door was shut but she must have gotten out somehow.
After that, of course, she knew there was someone else there and so she just kept getting out of bed to try to see what was going on. Finally we gave up and he went home.
I have several thoughts regarding this unfortunate incident:
1. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. I’ll be paying for her therapy for years to come, no doubt.
2. Apparently she can open doors now. Isn’t that special.
3. Quit ruining Mommy’s game, Caroline. Good thing HSD has a kid too, so he gets it.
4. You know how people ask you what your first memory is? Well, now Caroline’s will probably be that she busted in on her mom and some guy she didn’t know. Awesome.
5. Did I mention the therapy?
So come on, we’re all adults here, fess up… has your kid ever walked in on you? How did you handle it?Add a Comment