You Know What's Embarrassing?

No, it's not the fact that my 4-year-old somehow managed to break the entire door handle off of my van yesterday afternoon, in the time between when I said "I'll get your white blankie for you, it's in the van, I'm just going to grab this garbage" and when I actually grabbed the garbage and walked to the kitchen door. In the space, that is, of less than 15 seconds. I walked out and there he was, sprawled across the garage floor (unbruised and unscraped, by the way) holding the door handle in his hand. No, that's not embarrassing.

That's frustrating.

And it's not embarrassing that Kendell insisted I come with him when the mechanic called to say "I have time now, bring the van over." Even though I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and had to leave the boiling of the potatoes to my daughter, who couldn't drain the potatoes when they were finished (and let them cook a little bit too long) because the pan was too heavy (not blaming her here!), so they sat there absorbing all the cooking water and when I got home the chicken was burned and the potatoes were this gooey, moist, disgusting mess. I don't know why he couldn't go without me, but: he couldn't go without me. That's not embarrassing (although it is, oddly, the tiniest bit endearing).

That's maddening.

No, what's embarrassing is that somehow I ended up sitting in the middle of of the Toyota dealership---the posh-ish, new, filled-with-leather-couches Toyota dealership---surrounded by shopping bags full of stuff from Walmart. Because, what better way to kill time, waiting for the van door handle to be repaired, than to walk across the street and do some grocery shopping? Only, I spaced the fact that yeah: the van was being repaired. So we had to walk back across the street carrying six sacks each, and then, where else do you put all your purchases but right next to you?

That's embarrassing.

Comments

[Becky]

But, think of all the good deals you got at the Walmart.

Or maybe you didn't. But, at least it's over, and you had some good bloggy fodder. Because that is worth some embarassment, right?

[Margot/NZ]

Big grins here - thanks for lightening an otherwise dull day!

[Jamie]

he he...
12 bags eh? you really made use of your time! Sorry about the burned dinner. I hate when that happens.

[Britt]

Look on the bright side... I haven't seen your picture on the People of Wal-Mart blog yet, so I guess no one noticed. That's good news!

www.peopleofwalmart.com

[Wendy]

Hee-hee. I'm guessing your hubby is pretty glad you accompanied him or he might have been dragging 12 Walmart bags across the street by himself.

Heck, I can ruin a meal while I am standing right next to it in the kitchen!