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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A Recipe for Embarrassment

I have definitely stumbled into a new stage of life: life with kids in school. I really like it. However, there have been some suprising transitions with it. Of course like other areas of parenting, these are areas that no one really seems to talk about.

Last week I dropped my younger son (YS) off at preschool. Then I went to go get dog food. As I pulled into the parking I chatted away with YS about the new dog food. Then I got out of the car and went to the back to get him out of his carseat. Only he wasn't there. Oh, yeah I had just dropped him off at preschool!

A couple days later I was talking with Sally HP on the phone when I paused in the middle of a story. I then confessed to her that I had been wondering what YS was up to and why he was so quiet. Yes, he was also at preschool that time.

Those stories probably aren't too unique. Certainly I remember reading a similar story in Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul when I was pregnant with my older son (OS). This next event though I had never heard any parents talk about until I recently. Guess it's the next stage of peeing in your pants when you laugh hard after being pregnant.

I heard a recipe that same day for a baked apple that sounded good. Take an apple, slice it, then sprinkle on a little cinnamon and Splenda (or sugar) and bake it in the microwave for 3 minutes. It's really good! In fact it was so good that a short while later I decided to make myself a second apple. Unfortunately I didn't stop too consider that I had just eaten two whole apples in less than an hour before I jumped into my car to pick YS up from preschool. As I pulled into the pick up drop off line I had the world's worst gas. I could practically propel the car forward. No problem. I would just blame in on YS. Except that he wasn't in the car!!!!

I could see the teacher walking to me with YS to strap him in the car. Quickly I opened all the windows and began frantically waving my arms around to get some fresh air in the car. She probably thought I was a lunatic. Way too soon she arrived at my door and strapped YS into his carseat. She didn't say anything which brought me a sense of relief until Sally HP later said, "Well it's not like she's going to say "Did you sh*t your pants, Alex?". Hmm...good point.

Like I said though I have since found that other parents have passed gas and done other embarrassing things that they have previously blamed on their kids but then got caught in the act once their kids were in school.

A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Everybody poops and everybody has gas. Just make sure that your kids are actually around when you let loose in public or be prepared to be embarrassed.

Labels: Humor (at least Attempted)

posted by Alex Elliot @ 12:14 PM 3 comments

3 Comments:

At 10/28/2009 7:20 AM, Goofball said…

hmm weird....I don't think parents in Belgium have that transition so strongly for several reasons

1) most people work , stay-at-home moms are very rare (I don't know any in person myself). They do often work part-time (4 out of 5 days) because that's subsidized by our government. So all young parents I know have their kids for several days per week in daycare/kindergarden/ with a babysit or grandparents right from the start after pregnancy leave.

2) school starts here at the age of 2,5 years

the gas story made me think of an episode we had in France. We'd had eaten fabulous cheese in a restaurant and on our drive back home we stopped in a supermarket to look for it and buy it. It was in a fridge and we could not "smell" it yet. But after a while in the heat of the car we could truly start to appreciate its strong odor...and try not to pass away.

Then we stopped nearby Reims at a champagne farm/depot to buy some boxes of champagne for our entire family. The lady had to come close with a card to load the boxes in our trunck. Euh...yeah, we were just a tiny bit emberassed but simply looked the other way while she was loading.
At 10/29/2009 12:13 AM, Suzanne said…

Bwa ha ha ha...
At 10/30/2009 7:50 AM, Trenches of Mommyhood said…

Hilarious!
Maybe you could start traveling with the dog? Gas can always be blamed on a dog!

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