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This weekend at a party, I met a potential new reader who wanted a business card or bookmark or something to take away with her. Sadly, I had none of that on me. In my bag, I had a cell phone, a wallet, a single fuzzy glove and a box of Crayola Glitter Crayons. Ah, the life of a mother. It’s not a glamorous life. The other people at the party (mostly men, and professorial types at that) politely pretended this was normal.
Someone pulled out their own business card and I was able to jot my info down on the back so that potential new reader would be able to keep in touch (and hopefully read all my books and post glowing reviews on Amazon. We writers love those.) But still, I was embarrassed. I had no bookmarks, but I had a single aqua glove?
There is no dignity in motherhood. I’ve been saying this for years, but it seems especially true this weekend. But, on the other hand, I’ve done worse things. I’ve done stupider things. Once I spent the entire day out shopping and at the end of the day, someone stopped to tell me my shirt was inside out. The bad thing was, I thought she was going to tell me my shirt was ripped. I knew it was ripped and wore it anything. No dignity, man. None at all. Generally, I’m okay with that, but every once in a while, that lack of dignity butts heads with my professionalism. Those are the moments I wish I could come off as the glamorous romance writer. And I never do.
If you share your most embarassing moment as a mother, I’ll pick on person to receive an early copy of my July release, The Tycoon’s Temporary Baby.
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May 31st
2011
9:30 am
Sandra G. Rogers Said:
I attended a holiday party for work and my skirt fell to my ankles. I spent the rest of the evening hold up my skirt. Made for a fun time. Fortunately, not too many people saw the disaster.
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May 31st
2011
9:44 am
Tessa Adams/Tracy Wolff Said:
At least you didn’t fall on your butt. That would be so much worse … and so much more unglamorous, LOL
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May 31st
2011
11:46 am
eap Said:
I forgot someone’s name
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May 31st
2011
11:56 am
Shana Said:
Walking into Barnes and Noble on Sunday, Baby Galen threw up all over the floor and my legs. No warning. Nothing. Just–blech, blech, blech. I was torn between concern for her and embarrassment. It was in the middle of the doorway and people had to walk through it to go in and out. So I whipped out a towel and started mopping it up. No dignity. Sounds familiar.
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May 31st
2011
12:19 pm
Kirsten Said:
Sadly I’m not a mother, but I went to the supermarket with my house slippers on and my hair uncombed. I also wore sweatpants and a really old baggy t-shirt. I was having one of those days when I spend most my time daydreaming and well… I also had to buy some supplies. I didnt know what state I was in at first, but after I saw people stare I started to wonder what they where looking at: ME. Thank goodness I didn’t have chocolate stains on my mouth, though that would have been a possibility as I had treated myself only moments before.
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May 31st
2011
1:20 pm
Kathryn in Montreal Said:
Oh where to start… four kids and 24 years parenting… of course the younger years were more interesting as far as child-related gaffs go, but I can say that last year I walked out of the bathroom with my floaty tiered skirt tucked into my underwear (at least it was pretty underwear).
A few months after the birth of my fourth, my 4 year old was watching my struggle into pre-pregnancy jeans — I could do them up but I couldn’t breathe, but I felt a sense of satisfaction and then took them off. That lasted until I picked her up from pre-school that afternoon and the teacher pulled me aside to tell me that Amanda had noticed the teacher had the same jeans as me… “Except my mummy has to lie down on the bed to put them on”.
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May 31st
2011
2:32 pm
Alie Said:
Our oldest son could whistle from before he was one year old. And a whistle like men do when they see a pretty woman. One day when we were shopping, we stood in line for the pay desk and before us stood a heavily perfumed lady. Oldest son (then one year something old) was sitting on dad´s shoulders and whistled.
The lady turned around, saw my husband and began scolding him for whistling at her. When my husband said he wasn´t to blame, but that oldest son had made the sound, the lady got even more angry. How dare you blame that little one! she said.
Ofcourse oldest son looked his most innocent and gave the lady his best smile, but didn´t make sound at all.
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May 31st
2011
2:40 pm
RobynDeHart Said:
Well since I’m new to this mothering thing there have been quite a few, but the main thing I’ve noticed lately is I’ve become one of *those* women…you know the one’s who look frazzled and have unidentified food particles stuck to my neck and face.
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May 31st
2011
2:58 pm
Jane Said:
I’m not a mom, but I have heard stories where mothers come to pick their kids at school or at the bus stop in their pajamas. I think some of them meant to go out like that.
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May 31st
2011
3:23 pm
StacieDM Said:
I’m not a mom but when I was 17 my youngest sister was born. I took care of her between 3pm and midnight while my mom worked. I remember I had just fed and burped her when she pulled a “Linda Blair from the Exorcist”. I was wearing a scoop neck t-shirt that was tucked in. She puked right into the top of my shirt. It was my grossest and most embarassing moment as a “mom”.
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May 31st
2011
6:46 pm
Kristan Higgins Said:
Oh, man, there are so many! I once went to a parent teacher conference wearing slippers. The rest of me was okay, but the slippers kind of took away the glow.
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May 31st
2011
10:22 pm
Quilt Lady Said:
I guess for me it is when my son threw a glass bottle of Ketchup out of the cart in the Kroger store Ketchup went everywhere and said we don’t need this, and he also did that with a dozen of eggs. I had to go get someone to clean up the mess and I offered to pay for it but they told me not to worry about it. My son was between two and three at the time. I was so embarassed.
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Jun 1st
2011
5:46 am
Kay Said:
I’m a bit too young to be thinking of becoming a Mom, but I love all the embarassing Mom-stories! It’s a part of life, I think the moms out there have the most difficult jobs!
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