Just received an order from M&S this afternoon of some of those miracle, muffin-top hiding jeans and some new bras.
As MIL has taken the eldest two out for their tea, there's just me and dd3 (10m) in the house. She's sitting in her high chair in the doorway of the living room, looking out at me in the hallway (where there's a mirror). I've tried the jeans on and am rummaging in the box for the bras, try one on, take it off and rummage again for the next one. So I'm basically bent over the box, which is on the bottom stair, clad only in my knickers, when without any warning the front door swings wide open and DH's uncle is walking in !!!!
I swung the door back in his face to get him out, and yelled something like "Wait til I'm decent!!!",chucked my clothes on and let him in. He wanted to know where MIL and the dc were as he was going to meet them. After he left I called my friend, both PMSLing and cringing at the same time. Half an hour later MIL and DH's uncle (her BIL, but he's only a few years older than DH) come back with the dc and go into the back garden with DH who has come back from work by this point. I'm tidying up in the living room when they come through to go home, and MIL says, laughing "* says you've got a big fat arse!", nodding at her BIL.
Now, granted - I have got a big fat arse (size 16 arse anyway) and that's precisely why I choose to keep it covered up. I replied as much, then made some point about "I expect to have some privacy in my own home anyway, next time you can knock!" The door is normally always locked as dd2 is a Harry Houdini, so AIBU to a) expect someone to knock first when they're arriving unexpectedly, and
b) to be pissed off that the uncle's being rather ungentlemanly and they've probably been sniggering about it over tea.
Or AIB totally precious?