Confessing is good for the soul, today we’re dishing on our little embarassments.
I do love traveling, even with my kids. However, I do not enjoy the embarrassing moments that occur. Yesterday, my five year old shouted at a man in his early thirties, “Hey old man, get out of the way.”
My mother is spending part of the week with us and we visited Target to purchase a few necessities, namely caffeine. I picked up some coffee and asked her in an offhand manner, “Hey, do you like hazelnut? [Mr. Heather] won’t let me get it.” The attractive man walking past laughingly tsk’d tsk’d and called me out on my comment. I wanted to sink into the floor or at least hide under the cart. My mom knows my husband is not the controlling type. I usually don’t splurge on a fancy flavors only I would drink and was looking for a good excuse. (The coffee is fantastic, btw).
Today I get to discover just how patient the customer service department is here at the hotel. My oldest has locked several things in the inroom safe. I sincerely hope there is a master key or code available.
Now, it’s your turn. Spill some of the little things that have made you want to hide.