The postman just knocked on my door to deliver a package that is highly anticipated by my husband. I’ve been cleaning all week to get a handle on the house so my heart doesn’t drop from my chest when I hear someone at the door. I can invite someone into my home without fear or embarrassment.
I run downstairs, unlatching my nursing baby as I go, fling open the door and sign for the packages. As I hand the clipboard back to the postman he does a double take and I’m flattered. I start thinking of all the possibilities. He’s impressed by my well behaved children who haven’t fought in four days. He’s impressed by how clean my house is. He’s made speechless by the beautiful baby in my arms. He walks away and I smile to myself because I am worthy of a double take.
I run into the bathroom to squeeze in a potty break while no children are following me and that’s when I look in the mirror.
I have mascara stained under both eyes, my hair is falling out of its ponytail, a smear of snot on one shoulder, a spit up stain on the other and a chocolate kiss across the knee of my old work out capris that have never been used for a workout.
I’m never answering the door again.
it coulda been worse imagine that you thought you tucked away the “girls” after nursing…seriously I thought that’s where you were going with this and I was running on mom-panic mode whew! relief
Ha, this happened to me when I was nursing my first. I answered the door and thought I had myself all tucked in and the delivery man got a good look at my goods. I had no idea until I returned to nursing that I was still ‘exposed’. Ya, a moment I’m happy to forget!!
OH my gosh, I was laughing SO hard, I even had to read this one to my husband!!
I love you, you are hilarious!
Yeah, I’m with mom I thought you were going to say that you were hanging out!!!
You and Amber have been having issues lately…read her blog! At least you didn’t fall in the toilet!
I could only imagination, Only thing happen to me so far was when I got out of the shower, ran downstairs (with a towel robe) to answer the door and the guy who was at the door got the wrong house. He did a double take as I was 8months preggers at the time. I wasn’t happy.
Thats not that bad. At least it wasn’t a little
nipplynippy out.