As usual, I was running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off (an ugly image if ever there was one). I was getting ready to take a shower, carrying my clothes with me as I ran through the living room telling my kids what I wanted them to do. After issuing my orders (clean up your stuff and vacuum, yada, yada, yada), I dashed down the hall. My 13 year old called out, "What's this?" I looked to where he was pointing - yikes! There lay a feminine product and fortunately it was only a liner. "It's mine!" I said without further explanation, snatching it up and running away before any questions could be asked.
Sigh.
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Ha! Read my blog entry...I sympathize with you, girl!
Have a great week! And I'm glad your windows are safely finished.
LOL - Been there and done that! With a house full of boys, our femininity and all that goes along with it can be a challenge.
I hope you're doing good, other than your embarrassing moment! LOL
God bless you - Julie
Yeah, that would qualify! :o)
That reminds me of a story from Biz' childhood, only I haven't time to tell it at the moment. Maybe someday on my own blog...
I did end up with opportunity recently to clue Spaz in on that whole female cycle thing. (They need to know at *some* point, right?) Unfortunately my 17-y/o dau was in the room at the time and decided to jump in and explain with much more straight-and-to-the-point terminology than I was using...
Oh well. I have a friend who raised her kids with a no-subject-is-off-limits policy and all those sorts of things were dinner table conversation. When her son was 10, he would remind his sisters not to forget their "pads" when they were packing for a trip. No thanks, we'll be a bit more discreet around our house.
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