I don't agree.
Just kidding. Gotta keep you on your toes. Lol. I'm trying to figure out how do I post a project on here .
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Thank you for sharing that story. I have Facebook and an email if you wanna share. I miss my boys being little but so glad ones nearly grown and the other half way there.
Lol. I can't get the boots outta my mind now. To stinking cute. And I'm so glad they allow such independence at such a young age. That's how it should be. Allow the child to be not try and mold them into what you think you want them to be.
I recall my oldest was 4ish and was helping me hang up my clothes and being a single mom working ad a nurse and then nights doing 2 different jobs I was always go go go. And laundry was done when i was on my last pair of clean scrubs. Lol.
Well he was helping hang clothes and I go put them away and tell em we got to go. Grabbed our things and headed to church. This particular day I was hosting a little surprise birthday thing for the pastor and his wife and a few of the church crew. Everyone comes in straight from church. They sit down while i grabbed refreshments and head out back to the grill to get things started. It's about 2 hrs in and we just finished eating and doing cake. Then I see in the corner of my eye the pasters wife running full force up to me with this look of urgency. I was speaking to someone and didn't want to be rude and just stop them in the middle and remove my attention to Mrs Annie. But we both knew Mr Jack would talk your ear off while you're house burns down and wouldn't even notice anything was going on around him. Amazing man. But she ends up pulling me away and she bends way down, I'm only 4'9 and a half on a good day, but she comes to whisper in my ear and im all freaking out like what are you doing. Hahah. I didn't realize how very awkward it is to hands over mouth and whisper infront of everyone. You just don't do that as an adult anymore, but she said you're aunties are in the living room at the mirror. I'm like my aunties. But i don't have any aunts. Completely Confused I go to the living room to see who's there and no one that I would say was an aunt. Or anyone that seemed to be waiting to see me.
So head back to the din area, amd grabbed gifts and here she comes again. And she's like why didn't you get them.
I was like Mrs Annie. I don't have aunts. You must have me mistaken. She looked at me now confused as ever, she grabbed my arm drug me to the outside of the living room and said. " you're PANTIES are hanging on the mirror. OMG I NEARLY DIED. every pair of my underwear were on this metal mirror that had vines and leaves. Do not know how in the world I missed that but sure enough there they they were. With nearly every eye ball on me as i went to get them off. But then like I said I'm 4'9. And my oldest was born nearly 3 foot long and 12 and a half pounds. At 17 hes 6'9 . So him standing on the couch would have them where I couldn't reach them. And as I went to get something to reach them down the pastors beautiful son who I had the biggest crush on walks up and asks are they clean. THANK GOD they are. Hahaha. I say yes and he starts untangling about 30 pairs of underwear and my spaghetti strp under shirts that i wore at work under my scrubs. And he grabs at least half of what was on there and of course the rest had become tangled and stuck on this mirror
The rest were lace and they were mostly thongs so what happened was my son wrapped this pair around several of the leaves and pushed through the lace. This man sits there trying to get these underwear off my mirror to save me complete embarrassment, only for it to be prolonged with this last struggle. I run to my bed room come back down stairs and hand him scissors and tell him to just cut them off. He had the nerve to say heck no, these are really nice. I thought I was going to die. Finally he did get them off and I had his baby 6 years later. Bahahaha but after that I was very thorough with checking behind my son when he helped. Except the time he made me breakfast on a day off and cooked the shells with the eggs. He said he thought it looked strange with the white things in there. Lol. You got to love kids.
I can say I have never gotten embarrassed after that. I was able to get through that. Nothing could cause me embarrassment ever again. And it hasn't.
Thanks for your time and creating this space for me to share this story. I've not thought about this in so long. Hahaha. So thank