Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Welcome to the Land of Horror of Horrors

Strange title, correct?  The story behind the title is definitely one that brought me just to that place and then some.  The rest of you will justifiably share this same feeling of horror once I share with you the tragedy that befell be this Sunday last.

I was being good.  I know, I know, I can hear you now all chuckling and trying not to spew your coffee or tea, but I was really trying to be good!    
I realize this has nothing to do with my story, but well, it's cute!

Hoss had asked me (maybe more than once) to please work on sorting and cleaning in our room.  So Sunday, my sweet man, went into work to catch up on a few things and I thought, I will surprise him. I will do as he requested and clean up our room.  See, I was being so good.
I had finished Hoss’ side of the room when I decided I would clean out my dresser.  No problem, it so needed to be done.  I get all the way through the drawers except for the bottom one.  You know the one, where Bertha and her cohorts reside?  Well, I had to shoo children out and lock the door.  I should have made an announcement.   Like seriously, a public service announcement with the use of a blow horn or loud speaker or something.   I really should have declared loudly the basement off limits. You know there are certain things in hindsight that you think, “Hmmm, really should make sure I’m not interrupted.” Yes, well, now you tell me.  The thoughts came a little too late.
I did have the little slide lock we use on the door, so I thought I was safe to begin my reorganizing.   I did have everything fun and dare I say, sexy, as well as toys and everything laid out on the floor. Sorting and trying to rearrange them to fit better in the drawer, with a few regular jammies that I never wear to cover them, of course.

(For those of you who are wondering, no I am typically not suppose to go into this drawer on my own.  Seems he felt that hiding certain implements warranted this rule way back in the beginning after a particularly unpleasant run in with Bertha, but I had permission to do this organizing or I would not have been in there.  See, I do learn from past mistakes, I really and truly do!)
I was busy rearranging things when my horror of horrors occurred.  I had just placed the implements away and had zipped up the bag that held the smaller toys, when I heard urgent footsteps running down the stairs. I knew before I could yell that one of our  sons was about to hit our door hard.  Just as he slammed into the door to open it and it was on it’s way to being flung open to reveal my bounty of treasures,  I yelled.  Well, it was more literally that I screeched at him to stop as he busted through the shabby little lock that held the door closed.  

Thank the good Lord, that I had already neatly folded up the fun lingerie and it appears no different than the regular pajamas bottoms they laid next to.  Our son had the door halfway open and I yelled for him to shut it and go upstairs while also scolding him for not knocking (a definite rule for our room).  I am about 99 percent sure the poor boy did not see anything, but so help me my heart was in my throat and I was fuming!

I tossed everything back in and went to remind said son that he was not to run in the house and definitely to knock before trying to break the door down!

So, I call Hoss in a bit of panic.  What does that man do?  Did he express sympathy at this horror of horrors?  No, he did not!  He did what the rest of you are likely doing right now! Yes, he laughed his head off at me.  Sheesh, no sympathy I tell you.  None at all.

Now, I’d love it if you have a story of being caught in the place of horror of horrors to share. Leave it in the comments below.  I’d love to hear them and to know that I am not alone in my misery of a trip to the land of Horror of Horrors!

--Baker 

10 comments:

  1. Oh dear Baker that would be an awkward situation to be caught by your son. Glad you had all the toys away and only folded items still out. Imagine if he had been a few minutes earlier to see all your treasures. Now that would have been a horror.
    Can't say we've been caught with anyone seeing our toys thank goodness. Guess that's a benefit of being empty nesters.
    Hope your bedroom lock was replaced. Good luck.
    Hugs Lindy xx

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    1. Thanks, Lindy,
      Yes, ma'am, we replaced that lock pretty quick around here.
      --Baker

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  2. Hi Baker, oh dear, I can just imagine your panic hearing those little footsteps. Sorry but I couldn't help giggling. On the bright side, it is good you have 'things' in the bedroom you don't want the kids to see, if you know what I mean :)

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Oh, Roz,
      I so do know and I'm so glad we do have fun things hiding to come out and play, as long as it's for play and not discipline that is! Yes, I'm feeling better and more confident with the new lock. Thankfully!
      --Baker

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  3. Don't know how you manage ttwd with all the little ones in your house. I love the old pajamas idea, though!

    Hugs From Ella

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    1. Miss Ella,
      I wonder some days myself how we manage, but it all works out in the end! Yes, Hoss isn't too fond of the pajamas idea as he wants to have Bertha at the ready, but we're compromising on that one, as he knows it works to keep things covered!
      --Baker

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  4. Heart in throat moment to be sure! lol
    So far, our "toys" have escaped notice, but just recently we may or may not have been caught in action, so to speak. When we bought this house, it was December. I wanted our bedroom in the loft which is only attached to the one child's bedroom and is over the garage, so private. But, it was too cold so we parked our bedroom in the living room to await some warm weather. (I'm sorry about that decision now, it's like a sauna up here!) Now, we have 5 kids, and not once have any of them walked in on us having sex or anything else. Knocking was a big rule and so was not bothering us once we were in bed, unless they were dying or someone had lost a limb. Well, we made it through 15 years, but you know it had to happen eventually. Our youngest (10 now)came quietly down the stairs one night to see if we were still up. Apparently the dark room wasn't enough to deter her. Perhaps she may have heard some uh ... noises? Honestly, I'm not sure what she may have seen, I dove under the blankets and didn't come out til morning. We never mentioned it, but I'm pretty sure that she is the kid that knows for sure that Mom and Dad are not too old after all.

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    1. Lol! I love that you dove back under the cover, not to return, Penny! That's hilarious! I may have been upset in the moment, but even now I'm already giggling at my story and chalking it up to having kids. In the moment though, I did have that heart in the throat feeling. Thanks so much for sharing your story!
      --Baker

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  5. Funny you should ask. I was busted just this month, wooden spoon in hand, by a child of my own.

    Read here: https://eric51amy49.blogspot.com/2017/07/closet-spanker.html

    You are so not alone on this one.
    Amy

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    1. Thanks, Amy,
      I read your story too and had the giggles! So thankful to not be alone in my endeavors!
      --Baker

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