Sometimes I swear I feel like Sophia from The Golden Girls with my stories….picture this Sicily 1924 that is how she used to start them. I have a lot of stories and I try to document them with a photo because as they say “a picture is worth a thousand words”.
So picture this it’s Wednesday night in Tewksbury…your typical Wednesday night. I was minding my own business. I just got home from having dinner with my parents and I have the baby and like usual 5 bags of stuff, and my husband is not home yet! So like a hero I decide I can do this all in one trip. I grab all the bags and I grab the car seat and I have my keys ready to open the door. I open the door and try to put the bags down but I am getting resistance. The baby is awake and looking at my like “Mom, why don’t you put me down, why are we not going into the house”. So I look down and well my skirt is stuck in the spring in the door. You ask yourself how can this be done and honestly I am not sure you could repeat this move if you tried….well my friends if it can be done I can do it! I am in quite the pickle with 5 bags in my hand and the baby in the car seat. So I put one of the bags down to take a picture because I mean really unless you are there you cannot “picture” the moment. What’s a girl to do now no matter which way I pull or tug I cannot get loose. I stand in the doorway for a few minutes and just laugh, there is nothing else you can do! I finally come up with a solution. I decided to take off my skirt in the doorway so I can get into the house. I pray that my neighbors don’t see me doing this and I am grateful that it gets dark earlier. I do this and get through the door, put down all the bags and put down the baby, then I put my skirt back on again like nothing ever happened and go about my evening. About 15 minutes later my husband gets home and I show him the picture and he says to me “how the hell did you manage to do that”? I am going to go out on a limb here and think being married to me is an adventure itself just for my pure clumsiness alone!
The moral of the story is a few things: days like this you are grateful that you listened to your grandmother when she said always make sure you don’t have rips in your underwear……and my goodness this is hysterical so learn to laugh at yourself!