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When my ds was about three he had a terrible bout of projectile vomiting that came on all of a sudden one evening after nursery. I was flapping looking for towels and a bowl and grabbed the first bowl that came to hand which he threw up in.
A few weeks later we were having a family BBQ and all of a sudden ds piped up ..... "Mummy is that the sick bowl"... Pointing to the lovely bowl of salad I'd prepared.
No darling, don't be so silly of course it's not the sick bowl....
Oh and another time when ds, dh and I were getting ready for swimming in a family cubicle. Ds (then 3) pipes up with....daddy you've got a big willy.....mummy have you seen it? .
oh I also get reminded an awful lot of the time I 'had a shave' at a very close friends house when I was about 5 with her dads razor I took a huge chunk out of my chin, I wasn't the brightest when I was younger
when I met my husband I used to swim with a friend of a Saturday evening. I didnt want to ditch her so kept the arrangement and my new bf (now DH) would come and pick me up. The first night though just before getting out of the pool the fire alarm went off and we were made to go outside in our swimming costumes - guess who arrived just in time to see me getting wrapped in tin foil!
I had a bit of time to kill whilst in town with my 3yo DD so decided to have a little look in a small carpet and rug shop.
The second we entred the shop Dd ran over to a luxurious deep pile rug, plonked herself in the middle of it and then proceeded to vomit, profusely, in every possible direction.
I was like this and the shop assistant was like this
I asked if he had a cleaning items. He brought me a bucket of cold water and a grubby old dish cloth.
So there's me on my hand and knees trying to salvage this rug. Dd is crying she doesn't feel well. Shop assistant is glaring at me. More customers are entering the shop and wonder why the jeff is there a harrassed, red face woman accompanied by scream toddler, doing trying to scrape congealed sick off a shag pile rug.
It so wasn't my finest moment
My ex partner ran a building company and he and his labourers were laying a new patio for my Grandparents whilst my daughter and I spent time with my Grandmother.
I decided to go to the toilet. Upon flushing the toilet and washing my hands I heard gales of laughter coming from outside.
To my absolute horror, the builders had the drain/sewer cover off and when I flushed the toilet, the contents of my bowels went gaily floating past in full view of all the builders who couldn't help but look,. the swines.
I refused to come out of the bathroom until they had all gone home and it took quite some time before i forgave my then partner for not replacing that cover when he knew I was using the toilet.
I still go hot and cold all over at the memory of this
I spent the second year of uni living in halls of residence, and made a really good friend. We shared the same
odd sense of humour. She bought me a John Holmes "replica" with a suction cup on the end and it became quite the challenge to sneak into each others rooms and hide it.
I had been
totally and utterly slightly besotted with someone on my course since near the beginning of our first year. We had run into each other one day, had a snog and he had promised he would come by and say hi that evening.
My phone rang at 9pm and I legged it out of my room to sign him in and get him into my
bed room as soon as possible. We got back to my room and I decided to turn on the bedside lamp instead of my main light, only to shriek when something hit me on the forehead.
When we finally got the light on, it took surprisingly little explaining as to why there was an enormous cock hanging down from the light on my ceiling. What was surprising was how quickly word got round - the highlight being my seminar leader asking me if it was true that I was "nearly knocked out by an enormous nob".
At the end of August I decided to take the 4 kids over to France to join my sister on her holiday.
Bit apprehensive about driving in France on my own with 4 children - eldest 5.
Set off from Surrey to Folkestone for the channel tunnel.
Obviously it was the only day of the summer that it poured with rain.
M25 in the driving rain with child nagging me about fruit juice carton, huge lorry behind me flashing & beeping at me to speed up. (I was doing about 50 so not snails pace)
Thought I'd move over to let angry lorry past.
Missed turning onto M26.
Turned off the m25 instead.
Somehow ended up in the queue for the Dartford Tunnel..
No other way to go except forward to a toll booth where I told the nice lady I was lost.
She said indeed you are & went to fetch Nice High Vis Vest Man.
He then proceeded to hail two police 4X4 cars to stop the traffic entering the Dartford tunnel toll so as I could perform a u turn in front of them all to fully maximise my shame.
They then gave me a police escort on to the correct slip road to go to the right tunnel..
I did make it onto the eurotunnel
it was a wet cold Saturday and I had alot of shopping to do. Feeling very determined not to let the wet, chilly day deter me I tore round all the shops as fast as my legs would take me. 2 hours later, feeling weather beaten and miserable I headed into the final shop, struggling with my 6 bags of shopping, tired feet, wet clothes and an umbrella. I looked like nobody's child. Anyway buoyed up by the knowledge I would soon be back in my cosy home I bashed my way through the rails desperately trying to avoid knocking anyone out with my bags, not to mention thinking for the umpteenth time that day how I wished I had more hands when suddenly I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned round to find the store's security officer standing behind me. I paled and thought to myself goodness what on earth am I supposed to have done!! "Excuse me madam" said the security officer. " you may find it easier to continue your shopping if you close your umbrella". I could have died on the spot with embarrassment!!
helpfully reminded me of another.
I was running a toddler group, and planned a craft activity; planting cress.
I put the packet of seeds in the changing bag and set off.
When I got there I found that the seed packet was not sealed. 27,500 seeds (approximately) were lodged in the bag, in DD's spare clothes, in the wipes, in the spare nappies, you get the picture.
I tipped out the bag's contents, only to find the carpet in the hall was one of those durable carpets with wiry nylon bits, I couldn't scoop the seeds up as the nylon kept pinging them ever further.
Not wanting to leave seeds all over the hall carpet, I picked them up. Thousands of them. One. By. One.
What made it worse was that it rained later that day. Over the next week or so I kept finding small cress plants in the seams of the bag, and in the buggy fabric, and one time, growing in the folds of DD's nappy.
I was called "the cress lady" for months!
My sons are too young to have yet embarrassed me or their father but we know it is coming!
My family can't wait until my boys are old enough to tell them stories about their mummy. Like:
- my attempt as a young girl to make chocolate milk for my family by mixing water with the cocoa mix
- my fascination as a child that nature could have formed Mount Rushmore to look like faces
I am sure they could go on and they definitely will.
I managed a live feed here and on facebook
I was given a pair of homemade, knitted, knickers for Christmas once. I was 11. My 15 year old cousin (who I adored) thought it was hysterical.
Thinking my 2 week old baby son had a badly infected toe and rushing him to the dr only to find the yellow 'infected area' was actually small dried on flake of baby poo
DSis (Cambridge educated) was with me in a museum shop. There was a cute little wooden farm set. DSis, standing next to a seven year old girl, with her babe in arms, said pointing at an animal "look there's a dog with a woolly coat on". Cue the little girl looking at her with disgust and saying "actually that's a sheep!". Exit DSis stage right looking very sheepish (excuse the pun!)
In the local branch of a well known pizza restaurant chain recently, the lovely waitress who has been serving me for years came over and congratulated me on my pregnancy. I wasn't pregnant. She was very embarrassed and went away. I laughed it off, safe I. The knowledge that the waitress's heavy accent meant the DDs hadn't heard.
A few weeks later, I was back in the restaurant with my DDs. DD1 said loudly: "where's that waitress who asked you if you were pregnant, mummy? I wonder if she will ask you again?"
My son (4 yrs) and I went into the same, large cubicle at a country park.
As I waited for him to do his thing another person went into another cubicle.
They did quite a few large farts which my son thought was hilarious and he kept talking really loudly 'What did that lady have for dinner? She can do pops even louder than Daddy! She didn't say excuse me.' etc etc.
I tried flushing the chain to drown out his chatter and tried telling him to whisper.
I really wanted to avoid seeing this person. We washed hands quickly and left.
Later on in a different area, my son shouted out 'Look - that's the lady who can do loud farts'. He'd recognised her handbag from the floor apparently.
Most of my friends know I don't understand sarcasm, but once I went camping with two of my cousins. We were playing scattergories, and we had to think of a type of wine beginning with K. Neither of my cousins could think of any, but I thought of 'kumala' although I was unsure, so I asked them if it would count. One said 'duh why don't you go ask someone'... bearing in mind that we were in the middle of nowhere by ourselves, I should have realised that it was sarcasm... nope instead I bounded off, hiked over 3 fields and eventually found a farmhouse, so I knocked on the door and said 'excuse me, but is kumala a type of wine?'... When I got back to the campsite my cousins thought that I was just being silly and I hadn't really done anything. The next round, the question was about films that a particular actor had starred in. None of us had any real ideas, I had a thought in the back of my mind so I suggested it and asked what they thought. One said 'oh why don't you go and ask someone again...' yoy can guess what I did!
Incredibly educated, intelligent DH was trying to decide what to eat in a posh restaurant. He asked very loudly of the waiter what was game as he was thinking he would have game pie.
Me and DS and DD and the waiter had him going for quite a while about a made up animal that was actually called game. He fell for it until we all burst out laughing and put our hands up tot he side of our head like antlers.
Took him a while to discover his sense of humour!
I drove the car into the house. My 3 year old daughter still asks me if I have put the handbrake on.
I think having not to explaain to dd why I had collapsed in fits of giggles at the advert where the children find mum wrestling dad made me blush.
Embarrassing moments and Flora reminds me of Last Tango in Paris
Anyway, the one that keeps coming back over and over is when I was 15 and called my german teacher "Grandma" in assembly, in front of the whole school.
I am currently curled up in a ball trying to rock away the memory.......
I'm currently on maternity leave and was in a shopping centre with my new baby and saw a colleague walking towards me who we refer to as Dr Sex (we work in finance btw). Pleased to see him, I point and shout, "Aha! Dr Sex!". It was not Dr Sex. <dies>
We were out in a local coffee shop with my then 3 month old and 2 year old when a kid came over to look at Korey (the baby), the kid was eating crisps and just being polite tried to give Korey one. Before me or my partner had chance to say anything the eldest jumped down and absolutely roared at this other kid 'NO CRISPS... NO TEETH!... JUST BABY MILK!' ... as he shouted he was going red with anger and shook (very protective big bro! lol) ... it made the other kid cry and her mum wasnt happy. Whilst I was really embarrassed I felt secretly proud that Mason had stepped in to look after his sibling.
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