Yup, that’s what I was when my four-year-old informed me there was ‘a man at the door’ this morning. My husband was already at work, kids parked in front of the t.v. and I was in the shower and had just started conditioning my hair.
Now, we’ve told our daughters a million times that they aren’t to open the door for anyone. They’re always convinced it’s their grandmother dropping by for a visit- and often times it is (she lives only a few buildings down). But you can never be too careful.
Unfortunately my four-year-old (almost five) has never held verbal warnings in much esteem.
“I can’t believe you opened the door!!!? You have got to be KIDDING ME!!!” I screeched while wiping water from my eyes. I cut the water, jumped out of the shower and threw on a towel. –Then peeked around the wall so I could see the front door. Sure enough, there was a delivery guy standing outside the threshold, looking amused.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug when he caught my eyes peeking out from behind the wall.
Yeah- sure you are, pal.
I pulled my wet head out of the hallway with a squeak and called “I’ll be right there!” while scrambling to the bedroom and grabbing whatever clothes were at hand…which happened to be a pair of my husband’s sweatpants. They fell down to my ankles while I frantically tried to zip up a hooded sweatshirt of which the zipper was broken.
I growled in frustration but finally found an over-sized sweatshirt with no zipper and my own sweatpants that were on the floor of the bathroom. I threw my half-conditioned hair into a towel and met the delivery man at the door.
“I’m really sorry,” he said again, chuckling.
He didn’t look sorry.
“It’s not your fault. My daughter is going to be sorry, though,” I assured him with a tight smile.
Needless to say, my four-year-old got a stern *ahem* talking to and I’m taking away her sugar privileges for two days. No candy, dessert, or sugary snacks. (her personal four-year-old version of hell.)
On the bright side, her antics helped me come up with a blogpost for today- even if my hair is starting to do that clumpy-dry thing it does when the conditioner doesn’t get washed out all the way…
Have you ever been caught ‘unsuspectingly naked’?