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All children are embarrassing. I know this. I am fully aware that my two precious angels will regularly make me either want to weep at their scandalous behaviour or throttle them, Homer Simpson-style, whilst hoping for a timely hole to open up and swallow me. Such is life with kids.

But today was a special day - a Factor 8 on the Cringe Scale.

It started with the Small(er) One shouting "bugger!" at the top of her voice in church. When reprimanded she screeched indignantly; "But MUMMY, you say that word ALL the time!" Erm...mea culpa. But I'd rather keep the sordid details of my slutty ways away from the ears of the priest and dear old church ladies, thanks all the same.

The Small(er) One then followed up this shameless expose of her dear mother's failings by pulling Firstborn's skirt and knickers down to her ankles. Unfortunately the congregation was on its knees at the time but Firstborn was standing up on the pew, resulting in the five packed rows behind us receiving a complete and unobstructed view of Firstborn's bare behind.

And those were just the Cringe highlights. There were more, many more, as the day unfolded. But I can't bear to think on them now. Right now I am concentrating very very hard on the friendly chink-chink sound of the ice in my glass in a desperate attempt to keep the men in white coats at bay...

Comments

Jill said…
All you need is a photographer to follow you around to further document the moments to truly terrorize your children later in life! They deserve it after all!!
Kate B. said…
Don't worry Jill. I fully intend to exact my revenge at appropriate moments for the rest of their lives (wedding speech accompanied by embarrassing slide show, for example). It's what keeps me going throughout the long, sleepless nights...
Anonymous said…
It begs the eternal question: "Do I drink because I have kids, or do I have kids because I drink?" :)

AA is a heck of a lot cheaper than the men in the white coats!
sarah said…
oh my. I'm cringing FOR you--you know that's got to be bad on the Cringe Scale.

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