*WARNING*
The following post contains WAY too much information. If you're not interested in hearing WAY too much info about my, a-hem, "personal life", read no further. If you're feeling brave, carry on.
Sophie walked in on me and Wade.
And, by "walked in", I mean "WALKED IN!!!"
(I tried to warned you.)
OK, so she didn't actually "walk in". As any good fan of "Modern Family" knows, a door lock is an absolute must when you have kids. Instead of "walking in", she came to the door and knocked.
And knocked.
And knocked.
At a VERY inopportune time.
Oh, the horror.
We sat very still like she might go away.
She didn't.
She kept knocking.
I ran and hid in shame in the bathroom. Wade got her back into bed.
Turns out she had a fever.
When I went to check on her (after hiding out in said bathroom for about 35 minutes) Wade was cuddling with her in bed trying to help her relax. Just as I went to leave her room (thinking I had escaped total and utter humiliation) Sophie looked at me and said,
"Mom, why were you making those weird noises?"
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY!
As usual, my genius parenting skills kicked in.
I thought up a lie and I though it up quick.
"I was just lifting weights."
Seriously.
That is what I said.
Lifting weights.
In my defense, I do have weights next to my bed.
Unfortunately, they are five pound hand weights. But, I am out of shape.
Nice, Meg. Very nice.
