Never Tear Us Apart

Total Mortification.

So I went to a play date today. Yay! Out of the house! Thanks again Vick for hosting!

We got out of the house kind of late; Port took an extra long nap and I was trying to wait it out before we left. We finally got in the car and headed out and about half way there I realized I had no idea where I was going. I had been to her house only once, and though I knew the general area, I was not confident in my ability to make it there again without directions or an address. Unfortunately, I somehow managed to get an old street address in my head, and spent the better part of 15 minutes or so looking for a street that wasn't even in the right neighborhood.

I finally called Hubby out of desperation and had him Google the street name that was floating around in my head, and while on the phone with him (and on a completely different street) I drove up to the house.

*smacks head*

Thankfully we still had time to play, and Kiddo had a blast. But as usual, no day out would be complete without embarrassing myself a bit.

After I got dressed this morning I had to change my shirt when I discovered a stain on it. Then I put on a pair of capris that I haven't worn since last summer. I just *barely* fit into them, but since my wardrobe is severely lacking in the shorts department (read: I don't have any) I squeezed into them and prayed they would relax a bit by the time I got to our destination. Thankfully they did, and all was well when I entered our host's lovely home.

After the kids were comfortable playing, a few of us moved into the living room to feed their babies. I sat down on the couch next to my friend, and when I did I heard what could only be described as a crunch. At first, I thought I had sat on something; perhaps an empty fruit snack wrapper - as the noise sounded like crinkling paper. I felt beneath me to find nothing, and dismissed it as just one of those things and went about my business. I got up to do something else and came back to the couch only to hear the crunch again. Reaching behind me I once again turned up nothing. I was wracking my brain - what could that noise be? Perhaps I had metal buttons clanking together on the pocket or something in the pocket? Nope, no buttons, not even a pocket!

Seeing that my attention span is minimal at best these days, I quickly forgot about the noise issue and went about the play date. We had fun, and of course Kiddo had a melt down when we left.

*sigh* Will he ever stop doing that??

I got the kids in the car and buckled in and then went to the drivers seat and sat down.

Crunch!

There it was again! Once more I stuck my hand under my backside and felt, only this time I was able to determine the source of the noise. It was not a "crunch", but rather a "rip".

I had split my pants.

I think I will go crawl back into my hole now.

Ladies, I am sorry if you caught a glimpse of my underwear, and thank you for not embarrassing me in front of you all.

I'm never leaving the house again.
Until,
D :)