My mother called me one weekend while I was staying at my father's. You know how that whole thing goes, parents split, and you suddenly only belong to your dad 2 days a week. She was calling to notify me that I had not heeded her warning to clean my room and now she was going to do it for me. I know, I know... I'd kill to have someone clean my place for me nowadays...but I turned white and was in a complete panic on the other end of the phone. I had something very secret hidden in my room and when she found them, I was going to be in deep trouble.
So young and innocent, the 11 year old me asks, "Mom, Please stay out of my underwear drawer" (believing without a doubt, she will completely respect the boundaries I have just laid) what the hell was I thinking? When I returned home that evening she was fired up, holding a few different sized balls which were essentially a pair of tights stuffed with socks and "days of the week" underwear.
What the hell is this!?!?!? She asks.
I was defeated. She had found what I was humping like a little dog in heat most nights when the lights went out. Quickly, I answered," it was just a fun way for me to store my belongings."(There was no IKEA then) And miraculously she bought it. She told me to stop stretching my tights out or she was gonna knock me out and that was pretty much the end of it. And so I hope today, by me simply asking her not to read this she will never know what those balls where actually for. But my god!!! What if she does actually read this...
So young and innocent, the 11 year old me asks, "Mom, Please stay out of my underwear drawer" (believing without a doubt, she will completely respect the boundaries I have just laid) what the hell was I thinking? When I returned home that evening she was fired up, holding a few different sized balls which were essentially a pair of tights stuffed with socks and "days of the week" underwear.
What the hell is this!?!?!? She asks.
I was defeated. She had found what I was humping like a little dog in heat most nights when the lights went out. Quickly, I answered," it was just a fun way for me to store my belongings."(There was no IKEA then) And miraculously she bought it. She told me to stop stretching my tights out or she was gonna knock me out and that was pretty much the end of it. And so I hope today, by me simply asking her not to read this she will never know what those balls where actually for. But my god!!! What if she does actually read this...
Wow really at 11? And I thought I was the only one!
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