I have an amazing knack for doing stupid things and embarrassing myself. You could call it a gift. Now that I’m a parent I also realize that when you have kids they’re always doing their fair share to humiliate. Whether you’re embarrassing yourself or letting your kids do it for you it’s important to be able to laugh at yourself.
All this being said, I’m pleased to be adding Mortified Mama Mondays to my blog line up. Mortified Mama Mondays are my chance to share my red faced moments, and those of my readers, with the world. If you’ve got an embarrassing Mama moment post about it and send me a link you could be featured on Mortified Mama Monday.
So hold onto these little morsels of mortification, laugh at my expense, and take solace in these stories when it happens to you:
Fighting the war on phlegm has kept me a prisoner and my home and prevented many a possible public humiliations this week so I have only one nearly mortifying event this week.
After cleaning every surface of the house with Clorox wipes yesterday in hopes of ridding the world of pink eye germs I accidentally tried to rid my nose of germs by picking up what I thought was a tissue and wiping my nose.
It was only after a thorough wipe that the burning started and I realized that my tissue was in fact a Clorox wipe. Had Techie been there…utter mortification.
P.S. Since my mortification wasn’t complete without an audience I thought I’d share a magazine worthy embarrassment from my past:
It was the day of my high school graduation and I was making the rounds at all the graduation parties for my friends. My formerly skinny figure was dressed in a very short light weight knit black dress. I was looking good and on top of the world.
When I bent over to hug a friend, who was seated on the couch, unbenownst to me my dress did the static cling crawl clear up over my butt. As people started to shout “Kim your butt!” I thought my dress was a bit too short and a sliver of cheeks might be hanging out.
I stood up quickly and whirled around to apologize for mooning my friends only to show the other half of the room a full on view of my mesh pantie clad ba-donka-donk. I didn’t receive any complaints…but I never wore the dress again.
