Something about underwear

On Monday morning I had a seminar to attend, just as I as walking out the door I spilled something all over myself and had to change my clothes. It was hours later, while I was in the restroom at the seminar that I realized that I had my underwear on inside out. Cripes. If I didn’t turn them right side in, I knew I was going to obsess about it all day long. I hoped no one in the other stalls was paying attention as I got undressed and redressed with all of my clothing right side out.

Did I mention that the Governor of Wisconsin spoke at this seminar? He did. And I sat there with my underwear inside out.

Hours later, back at home, it’s bedtime for Zoe and she’s decided she’s going to sleep on the floor in her little Disney Princess sleeping bag. I tucked her in, kissed her good night and went into the family room. Within a few minutes she was at my side with an expression of confusion.

“Mom, I found someone’s underpants in my sleeping bag.”

It was the way she said “someone”, as if a stranger had left their unmentionables behind the last time they slept in her bag.

“Whose are they?” I asked.

“Dad’s.” she said with an accusatory tone, giving him a sidesways glance.

Oh jeez, that’s highly news, I’ve been out of dryer sheets for weeks now and everything is clinging to something when it comes out of the dryer.

Or, maybe he forgot his unmentionables the last time he slept in her little itty bitty kid-sized Disney Princess sleeping bag. There’s that option too.