Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Awkward

Had myself a nice little awkward moment involving a delivery man today.   How is this possible you ask?  Here's how:
The kids ordered some nerf guns and they finally came in the mail today by another carrier service.  They decided that the first thing they wanted to do with them is paint them, of all things!  So they rummaged through the back garage for some house paint, picked their colors and then preceded to tell me that they weren't painting yet, just getting ready.  I should have known better!  There was taping off to do, so probably tomorrow I would need to worry about the paint they assured me.  I was in the pool with Jordyn getting some exercise and working on my tan when this was going down so I stupidly took assurance with this plan.
10 minutes goes by and Jared is in the backyard wondering if we have any stain remover.  What is the kid wearing for this project.  A very expensive pair of jeans that were purchased for him and the end of the school year.  Can you see the steam coming from my ears?  Paint doesn't come out for heavens sake!  How many times to kids need to be told this?  I told him to take them off and put them in some water so the paint wouldn't dry and I would see what I could do.  What happened to "the plan?"
I figured I better go and see if the other 2 were painting as well and check on the clothing they were wearing.  So....... I marched myself from the backyard through the house and out the garage calling out for my kids.  I was in my bathing suit that was still wet and yelling for my kids when...... I came within a few feet of my kids accepting a package from a delivery man.  Awkward.  Neither one of us knew what to say.  So I offered a "hello" with a wave and wanted to slink off back into the house, but I stood my ground with as much dignity as I could muster.  I think he was too stunned to move so he just stood there for a minute offered a return hello and then looked back a couple of times on his way to the truck.  "Hello!  I can see you looking back!"  Is what I wanted to yell out after him, but I didn't need to look any more crazy.  What are the odds???

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