Picture this: sprinting down the street, clad only in a white bath towel, shampoo bubbles sliding from you hair down into your eyes. Sounds like a bad dream, right?
That’s what I thought, until it happened to me.
Honestly, I try to never take a shower while my children are awake. With two three year olds, it is never relaxing and I’m not sure how clean I get as I dash through the process. But sometimes life happens and you gotta do what you gotta do.
So one afternoon, I set Mia and Miles up on my bed with a show on the iPad. After locking the bedroom door, I hopped in the shower, and began to race through the motions. I had just lathered the shampoo in my hair when I heard the doorbell ring. I turned my head towards the open bathroom door just in time to see M&M jump off the bed. Quicker than a flash, they unlocked the bedroom door. I hollered after them, but it was too late. I stepped out, pulled a towel around me, and poked my head out of the room to instruct them to come back to the bedroom. To my dismay, they had already managed to unlock BOTH of the locks on the front door and were following the FedEx man.
The (totally oblivious) deliveryman placed a large box on our stoop and turned back towards his truck. Mia and Miles decided that they really needed to see his fancy delivery van. They dashed down the driveway. I stood in the doorway, quickly reviewing my options. I began frantically yelling for them to get back inside. Miles hesitated and began to walk back toward the front door. Mia, on the other hand, decided to chase the truck down the street.
I didn’t have time to go back inside and get a robe, so I grabbed Miles with one hand and clutched my towel with the other. I ran after Mia, dragging Miles behind me. When I finally caught up to her, she didn’t give up easily. No, I had to pick her up, football style, while keeping ahold off her brother, all while holding my towel up with my elbows. Just when I thought it couldn’t get much worse, one of my neighbors drove by and honked.
I dragged everyone back inside, then rinsed the shampoo from my hair while holding their arms through the shower door. We had a long talk about waiting for a grown up to open the front door.AFtLater, after the kids had gone to bed, I had a glass of wine and began to text a few friends, telling them about my nearly naked mama walk of shame. And then I just started laughing. Because what else can you do when you have flashed the FedEx man. I just hope he didn’t have his camera handy!
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