Last night we went to a friend’s house for dinner. As fun as this always is (and tonight was no different-I had a great time!) I always stress while I am at people’s houses. I worry that they will think I’m weird, stupid, rude or annoying. I stress almost the whole night about when to leave. You don’t want to overstay your welcome, but you also don’t want to walk out in the middle of a nice evening and say, “See ya!” So I have enough on my mind when I’m at someone’s house without having to deal with my kids. But as always, they serve to make life more interesting and this evening was no exception.
Dinner was wonderful, delicious, and fun, but as soon as it was over, Princess decided to make herself at home and take off all of her clothes. She had asked me if she could, and I told her not to, but she did it anyway. Though she did keep her underwear on, thank goodness. She then proceeded to try on various outfits belonging to the other girls’ dress-up wardrobe.
Next, to exhibit to their family just how refined we could really be, J-dog (keep in mind this boy is nine years old) comes upstairs wearing a ladybug costume that is probably 4 sizes too small for him, riding a baby toy that he also attempted to ride down the stairs. We reprimanded him for that and laughed at his costume and he went back downstairs.
We then moved to the couches to sit and chat. As I sat there both worrying about when we should leave, and trying to stay abreast of the conversation, Preemie starts feeling my boobs and saying, “Booboos? Booboos?” I tried to gently fend her off by surreptitiously moving her hands away, but she did it again saying, “Booboos? Booboos? Why are your Booboos soft?” I didn’t know how to respond except to say, “I don’t know.” Hopefully nobody noticed this embarrassing display of toddler curiosity. I don’t think they did. Not that it would have mattered much because J-dog distracted us by coming upstairs again, this time in a Blue’s Clues costume that was again, about 4 sizes too small. We laughed at his antics once more and left soon after that. Blessedly, they signaled that it was time to leave by telling the kids to clean up (how would we know when to leave if we didn’t have kids to make a mess?).
My question is, can’t I just sit and enjoy a nice evening without my children embarrassing me, or my mind going crazy trying to make sure I don’t embarrass myself? Hopefully we didn’t scare them away from doing anything with us ever again. I don’t get the impression that we did, though. They must have a high tolerance for the uncultured.