Did you ever find yourself in a situation where you had to make an embarassing phonecall?
I just did.
I called my son’s school to let them know that I had accidentaly given him the dog’s rice for lunch. I know. It doesn’t just sound bad, it actually is quite BAD. Considering the rice was on the verge of not being edible anymore (dog edible that is).
Let me explain myself.
I love my son. This was not deliberate. Now…how can someone do such a mistake? Easy. There were 2 identical tupperware in the fridge. One light blue & one turquoise. Let’s pretend my sister never mentioned that I should be careful not to switch the basmati rice with the smelly rice when I was left to take care of yesterday night’s dinner for the kids (which I totally rocked by the way).
This morning was a different story.
I was sleep deprived. Yes, I know what you will say. Cheap excuse. Well…I guess it’s the new mid 30’s mommas lame excuse. Like an equivalent of the early 20’s booze excuse. Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to sleep around, I was too drunk.
Now it sounds more like:
Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to poison you, I was just too tired to think straight.
And for the purpose of not making a total fool of myself let’s pretend that there wasn’t a sign that something was off with the rice when I found a teeny tiny little fracture of a chicken bone in it.
Until next time