There are a lot of things that can go wrong for parents, and it can be difficult to keep things from your children that you don’t want them to see. One mother’s story of an embarrassing slip-up in front of her daughter while in bed with her partner is going viral.
According to MommyPage, blogger Emma Lou Harris shared the hilarious story of the traumatizing moment her daughter walked in on her and her partner in the middle of a heated moment. The story quickly went viral as other parents related with the deep sense of embarrassment the mother described feeling in and after that moment.
Harris detailed the incident in a Facebook post:
There’s an inevitable moment in every parent’s life when your children catch a glimpse of something you’d much rather they didn’t.
Fortnightly shrink sessions for life and replacement eyes are a must.
And I would give serious consideration to hypnosis.
I’d had two full beers that night and
Joe had emptied the dishwasher without having to be asked.
I knew right then and there it was game on. Pants . Off!
Things were getting heated.
We were just getting to the bit of the act about half way through where you actually consider going professional and you wonder why you ain’t teaching these kinda moves on some sort of intense weekend course for beginners.
Ye know, your about 2 mins in and all of a sudden bitches be thinking they some sort of Christian and Anastasia yoga instructors.
It was getting hotter then [hell] and I was trying to hold in the noises .
There was nails digging and hair pulling and and headboards knocking and we were JUST about to be reminded whyyyyyyyyy the HELL I ever put up with this [dude] leaving his crap all over the house when suddenly,
My panic sweat glands jump into emergency mode busting open like a military operation and my vagina zips itself up to my back immediately before I’ve even had a chance to turn my head.
I look up to see a moving smudge of [color] in a ‘my little pony’ night gown rubbing its eyes and [whining].
I pray to the baby Jesus that we have a poltergeist and I also pray it’s legally blind.
My vision is blurred with both the sheer fright and with truth tears over fears of who I’ll find behind the blur of doom.
I knew the answer.
In that same split second I hear a small girl scream. It’s Joe, it was the noise accompanied by him leaping off me higher than a kangaroo hurdler while very nearly giving himself a home circumcision from the ceiling fan in the process.
I watched him, almost in slow motion fly through the air in panic, the anaconda swerving all over the place threatening to strangle me to death in the act.
Seriously, the thing nearly slapped me in the face and blackened the eyes off me on it’s jump up there.
I sit up in a rush, my [behind] is still lingering up at my throat where it jumped and hid at the first “m” of “mammy”. My hair is looking like I’ve just had the misfortune of science project exploding in my face. Joe is huddled in the corner of the room under a white duvet, rocking back and forth like he’s going through an exorcism all the while muttering pleads to Jesus under his breathe that this isn’t happening.
After another few blinks my vision becomes clear and I see .
It’s Frankie, my poor poor misfortunate child.
She’s standing at the side of our bed.
For how long ?
Who f***ing knowsssss!!!
She’s rubbing her eyes and momentarily I consider the fact that she may actually be trying to scratch them out.
She tells me she’s lost her soother in her bed and she needs me to look for it.
She wanders into her room and says nothing.
Puts her soother in and goes back to sleep while me and Joe stay awake all night staring at the ceiling and speak not one word to each other.
I don’t know what she saw that night.
I can’t say for definite if she saw too much or if she saw anything at all.
All I know is, if in the future, My poor poor innocent child ever comes to me and tells me she remembers a very vivid dream where two large warthogs were trying to give each other a hoosh over a wall or that two friggin tapers where playing an aggressive game of twister, well,
I guess I’ll have my answer.
Myself and Joe are due to finish our Trauma Counselling sometime in the year 2045.
Readers commented on the story, with some sharing their own similarly embarrassing stories.
“This has literally made me laugh out loud, just what I needed after today,” one follower commented. “You keep it real and describe things so humorously, honestly please write a book!x”
“Once my oldest (then four) walked in on us. We were mostly covered up I [laid] with my tummy down quickly,” another user shared. “He asked my husband why we weren’t wearing shirts. My husband told him we got too warm.”