There are reasons us moms should change out of our pajamas at some point during the day.
I unfortunately found this reason out the hard way…..
It was a lazy day and I had no plans to leave at all. I had a house full of family (all women) that were leaving and Eric was due back from a trip around 6:30. After seeing the last guest off I laid down on the couch, turned on Frozen, and decided to take a little siesta. Things were fine for about 30 – 45 minutes, I lightly dozed while Bryce and Noah wrestled on the floor and watched the movie. They were loud enough that I didn’t sleep heavily but they were entertaining each other enough that I was able to rest.
That was until Bryce decided to jump on top of me. Fun.
After taking a swift elbow jab to the bladder I hauled him off of me and jumped up to head to the bathroom. After two kids there is no waiting around when it comes to peeing, thankyouverymuch.
I shut the door to allow myself some privacy, as the boys are getting older I am trying to teach them that they can’t just barge in on Mommy in the bathroom. You can imagine how that’s going, that’s why I’m starting early.
As I was sitting there I heard the strangest noise. Silence.
Oh no. That’s never a good thing. I quickly commenced with my business and hopped up to go investigate. As I walked through the kitchen I realized that the door leading out into the garage was open and I knew that I hadn’t closed the garage door earlier.
Shit!
I ran outside and thankfully spotted the two little adventurers heading across the neighbors yard. I yelled out for them to come back and while Noah was starting to turn around, Bryce just glanced over his shoulder, grinned, and continued on his way. Damn two year olds. I yelled for Noah to grab Bryce’s hand and bring him back. As he reached out Bryce darted away. I began to pick my was across our side yard which is littered with pine needles and pine cones. And I, of course, was barefoot in my pajamas and worst of all not wearing a bra and it was five o’clock in the evening.
I was about halfway through the neighbors yard when Bryce, with Noah close on his heels, climbed their front steps. Shit, shit, shit! Please don’t ring the doorbell, I thought. Thankfully he didn’t, he did however knock over there plastic pumpkins. I grabbed Noah’s hand and led him back down the steps and then as I reached for Bryce he hid behind a bush and proceeded to walk behind their hedges up against the house where I couldn’t reach him.
With lot’s of grumblings I stepped on pine cones and hissed “Bryson Samuel, you get out from behind there right now!” as we played cat and mouse creeping along in front of their house. He grinned back at me and proceeded to stay just out of reach until he made it to the end of the hedge. I thought he was going to head back down the line again, but luckily he hesitated long enough for me to grab him. I started to head back to our house when Noah said, “Um, Mommy I think I will walk back in the grass, my feet hurt.” That would have meant me walking back around in front of their house so I just continued through the pine cone minefield and you can bet I made Bryce walk the whole way too, barefoot and all!!
Thankfully the neighbors never came out to personally witness my shame, but I would not be surprised at all if they were sitting inside rolling with laughter as they witnessed our escapade.
Lesson learned, lock the doors, and wear a bra. Just in case.