There's something you should know about me. I do not like to be seen by anyone without some amount of make-up on or in my jammies. Sheesh...I cannot do it without feeling mortified.
Tonight was a close one, I was almost seen by the vacuum cleaner fixer-guy in my jammies! I forgot he was coming. I went downstairs quickly to check email or something and wouldn't you know it, while I was down there the doorbell rang! Gasp! OMGosh I was in my jammies and couldn't get upstairs to put kids to bed without being seen. I didn't know what to do. I started scheming in my mind.
I hung around at the bottom of the stairs for like forever! "this is stupid!" I thought, "maybe I can sneak by and run upstairs without being seen". I hovered around the top of the stairs opening the door slightly to see where they were situated. He was right there, but his back was to me. I decided that while he and Steve were talking, I could dart around the corner and make my brilliant escape from the basement.
When I went to open the door, it was stuck! The man took off his big heavy shoes and placed them in front of the door. Perfect, I knew I would never get out without a scene. I ventured back down the stairs. Meanwhile the kids (unattended) were going wild upstairs.
I listened through the vents to to find out if any progress was being made and if he would soon be finished. With just my luck, he had to come downstairs...OY!
I rushed around the corner to hide in the computer room. However, they are just closet doors and almost impossible to close from the inside. I did the best I could but there was about an inch and a half of open space.
They came down to look at this and that and who should follow them? Of course...Rocky!! Rocky who follows my every footstep and can sense me a mile away came directly over to where I was hiding and poked his nose in the door space. He saw me and got so excited he began to wimper to get in. Then his tail started wagging so hard, he was pounding the door!
By this point I was feeling like the biggest loser EVER! Not only was I in my jammies, I was hiding!! I let the dog in the closet space to calm him down but as soon as he was in, he wanted out! I had to get out of there. I waited for the right moment. Steve and vacuum guy were around the corner near the furnace. The time had arrived. I opened the door, and there starring at me was a little boy. A boy that was not mine. A boy that was helping his daddy on the job. He stood there wondering what on earth was going on and who was this crazy lady.
Straightening myself out, I smiled my biggest smile and said, "hi there" and then ran upstairs to safety.
Phew, that was a close call.
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe not. Would you have been seen in your jammies to a complete stranger???
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
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Hahaha - I can't help but laugh.
I would not have minded him (or anyone) seein' me in my jammies or house clothes (shorts, tank top - whatever I am comfy in that day)
Poor UPS, mail guy, etc... see me however I am when they come! LOL
YES! Get a grip!! I see kids on the bus every day wearing their PJ bottoms to school! Now, THAT"S crazy!
I'm just not that comfortable. When I got upstairs, my son was very concerned that I was in my PJ's!
after an hour and a half drive to work this morning your story certainly made my day!! Poor Leslie!
Without make up.... NEVER!!! In my jammies.... yah I don't care. I would have been just like you if my hair and make up weren't done though. We all have our quarks. My jammies consist of a hoodie and sweat pants anyways. Thanks for the entertaining story!!
OH MY GOSH! This is so funny because I am the exact same way! I won't open the door to anyone if I am not "made-up". Jeremy thinks I am a complete nut, but I just can't help it. Just the other day, I heard the doorbell ring and I jumped from the couch into the kitchen so they couldn't see me through the window. My heart was racing and I was praying that God would send them away...haha. Just a day later, I was driving out of my garage when a minivan showed up and out stepped a young girl. She said that she stopped by the day before to drop off our GIRL SCOUT cookies. I felt like a dork! I couldn't even open the door to a kid! We both need some counselling I think!
Ha Ha Tammy you are probably right!
so, the question is . . . why do you hang out in your jammies if you're terrified of being seen? maybe you need comfy-but-presentable clothes to chill out in! thanks for the laugh, leslie. everyone else in the computer lab enjoyed my outburst!
Mara, that is part of my horror! I never lounge in my jammies...EVER! I Remain in my jeans right until the bitter end. Last night however, I spilled milk on them and rather than change into clean clothes I put jammies on when the kids did. It was almost bed time and I was not expecting a visitor!
The repair man was supposed to be here at 6pm and he forgot, then we forgot. Then he remembered and came even though it was 8pm.
Next time, I'll opt for clean clothes rather than jammies!
If I was wearing a bra and pants with my pj's, I wouldn't care who would see me!
:-)
As it turns out, I don't wear make up and I really don't care who sees me in my jammies. I water the front garden first thing in the morning in the summer before I do anything else. One lady on the street says she envies me sitting on the front porch in my jammies drinking tea while she is rushing to work. My jammies are decent enough. In the summer evenings I'm also know to have a shower and then sit out with the neighbors in their jammies too....
I guess it all depends on what type of pj's we all wear!!
It always amazes me how 2 people can have the same parents, sense the same genes, grow up in the same household and be so completely different! All my neighbors have seen me in my jammies because I'm out in the yard in them all the time. The first thing I do when I get home from work is put them on! You always make me laugh. I thank God often for sending me such a freak for a sister!!! Love ya!!! Don't ever change!
Ha Ha we are very different, so are my boys!
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