My Most Embarrassing Moment

Hi friends, I'm linking up with Andrea...a day late! Oops.

My adorable sleep-wrecker is bound to be calling on me soon, so I need to get to bed STAT. Goodnight! Here is one of the most embarrassing moments of my life...

Although I have prayed to be able to forget this day, I remember, and it haunts me still. It's so bad. Just bad bad bad.

Several years ago, I started having some serious issues with my hormone levels, and as a result, began experiencing some real girl trouble, if you catch my drift. Think irregular and extremely heavy. Like uncontrollably heavy.

Anyhoo.

I remember that we were having something fixed on our minivan, and the garage we frequented offers a shuttle ride back home or to the office or what have you. Isabelle was in preschool at the time, and the boys were all in school full time, so it was just me. I was chatting with the guy at the counter as he was arranging a ride for me. He was a friendly person, and then he informed me that he would be the one to drive me home. Okay, no problem.

Well. Things were beginning to take longer than they should have. I thought I'd be out of there in half an hour, and now a full hour had passed. I was a little nervous because of the above-mentioned issue, but I was closer to the end and didn't figure there would be a problem.

Then another twenty minutes passes. The friendly guy tells me that he's finally all set to give me a ride, and off we go. Now at that time, we lived about ten minutes away from the garage. Ten minutes. What can happen in ten minutes?

Suddenly I panic right there in the front seat because I can tell that my body is about to betray me. If you've had issues with super heavy flow and/or clotting, then you KNOW what I'm talking about. If you haven't, take my word for it. There is nothing you can do to stop it. Or prepare for it in the front seat of some mechanic's car.

His light grey upholstered car.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I just sat there and prayed with all my might.

Please please please, not now. Not like this.

We pulled into my driveway after what seemed like an eternity, and I wasn't going to make any eye contact just in case, but I totally did by accident, and then I saw his eyes shift downward because something had caught his attention. I glanced down so fast and wanted to DIE, but I didn't stand there and wait for him to look me in the eye again. I yelled Thanks as I bolted for the front door and never looked back.

And of course, I couldn't get the door unlocked. Of course.

So there I was, fumbling with my key, knowing that this man knew that I had soiled the seat of his car.

I finally got the door, and our dog, Ryder, came tearing outside, barking up a storm because he didn't know it was me, and THEN he proceeds to sniff me, well, like a dog.

I was mortified. Humiliated. Needless to say, we found a new mechanic.

And for kicks, here is a post about our epic trip to DC. The one where I tossed my cookies all over our nation's capital. In front of everyone. #imsosorry