There were tantrums, sweat and tears, fits, shouts and fevers. Hands covered mouths, bodies fell to the floor and cookies were tossed.
Whatever did I do to make the little darlings so violently ill?
I accidentally let them see me in a state of, well, “underwear.”
Yes, evidently I closely resemble Jabba the Hutt. I was not aware of this! I’m so glad they pointed it out - wonderful children. This 5’2’’ vessel of flesh that lovingly carried and nurtured them, this body that writhed through torturous hours of agonizing labor to bring them into this world…the slight site of it now sends them into fits of revulsion.
For many years, I’ve tried to hide my apparent hideousness from those two. I use a complicated bathing/dressing ritual designed to keep them from seeing my, er, “assets” : First, head into bathroom. Lock door, shower, dry off, dress as much as possible. Open bathroom door, peek to make they’re not looking, and sprint to bedroom for rest of clothes.
On this particular day, though, my mission was a big “fail.” I partially dressed, opened the door, did the peek-n-run. But is was no use - they spotted me in the Hinterland of the Hallway.
“Ewww! Mom! GROSS!” said my son, 7.
“That is just….UNATTRACTIVE!” said my daughter, 12.
Can’t you just feel the love?
It’s not their fault, really. They possess the smooth, flawless, muscle-packed skin that only the young can claim - and take for granted. Gravity and time have not pummeled their perfect bodies yet. The little boogers.
So when they see this 41-year-old pillar of, um, “experienced” flesh, with its faults and foibles, they tend to go into shock.
Luckily, I came up with a way that my children will never, ever again have to gaze upon my hideousness: A major Master Bathroom/Walk-In Closet renovation!
Indeed, a $39,000, granite-countered, garden-Jacuzzi-tubbed, en-suite bathroom - connected, of course, to a large walk-in closet - will solve this whole dilemma! No more hallway peek-n-run! If we knocked out the downstairs bathroom wall, connecting it to the bedroom, there‘d be no more hallway, and…
Thank goodness for all my HGTV-viewing, or I would not be aware of such solutions.
Ah, HGTV. You complete me.
I took my genius remodeling plans to my husband.
“You want to do WHAT? You want to knock out WHAT WALL?!” he said.
I explained the situation: How my near-nakedness is sickening the kids. How the peek-n-run from the bathroom to the bedroom has become more difficult in these, my Golden Years. And how garden Jacuzzi tubs are necessary for the aged body.
Surprisingly, he was not enthusiastic.
Turns out he's a fan of the Naked Hallway. He's also a fan of my peek-n-run parade.
Most of all, he says he's a fan of keeping money in his pocket - and not putting cash into a new garden Jacuzzi tub.
Looks like the kids will have to deal with the occasional, accidental “mom’s underwear” sighting. Tough tooters.
After all, if it wasn’t for this Birthday Suit - and their father’s appreciation of it - their little Birthday Suits wouldn’t even exist.
Can I get an Amen?
AMEN!! I can't keep my little creeps out. Our 'master' bath is a Jack-n-Jill, so when I bother to lock both doors, I usually get 400 questions in the 10 minutes I need & that results in a wet floor from going to open 1 door or the other so I can hear what they are asking....even my husband does it. If I don't lock the doors, I might get only 1 interruption....& it's often my dog.ReplyDelete
Oooo, funny! As usual, I can completely relate to this. My dog always wants "in: to my bedroom, but when she caught a glimpse of me dressing, dry heaved and looked away. Love my Monday morning Dawn.ReplyDelete
Amen! Luckily my kids are grown and have to deal with their own underwear sightings. I just want the connected garden jacuzzi.ReplyDelete
AMEN! AMEN! I have the same problem but not with kids. I am the one gagging and laying on the floor after viewing me in the mirror. I try to never let my entire body be seen in a mirror unless fully clothed in a Sheik(ess)' robe. Or something similar.ReplyDelete
Dawn, you're a riot!ReplyDelete
I hope the kids grow up to be just like you.Yaaaayyy!
Very funny, Dawn. I'm sure you will "bare" up under all the pressure, though I must admit you had me blushing.ReplyDelete
Kerbi, the interruptions I receive in the bathroom are a whole blog of their own. I am with ya! Heidi, sorry your dog had that reaction. No treats for him! Sharon, I have no idea how to persuade my hub to get me the garden tub. Perhaps, um, more underwear sightings? Wanda, I have to admit, sometimes I have to look away from the mirror myself. Sigh. Jay, just thanks. You made my day!! Jerry, if I make you blush, does that mean you're de-blog-rolling me?? Uh-OH!!!!ReplyDelete
Half way through this post I was thinking, "she and I really need master bathrooms because I have that same issue!"ReplyDelete
And then you beat me to it.
I have many horrid memories of seeing my parents naked - without underwear. Always an accident, but never appreciated. Your kids don't know how lucky they are - things could always be worse.