I was getting up anywhere between 9-11 have breakfast, watch crap TV, clean up, have lunch, chat to my Mum on the phone (she lives 2 hours away) shower, make dinner, watch TV with Jimmy then go to bed. It was driving me insane! Blogging has given me focus, a diary to look back over and chance to give non-academic writing a go. It is just so easy to doss around all day, you can't really go anywhere because you end up spending and with the baby on the way, I just can't bring myself to do it. The amount of days were I have still been in my PJ's at 3 in the afternoon are far to many to count and yes I am a bit ashamed to share that info with you.
Anyway this morning (11:00) I am making a cup of tea and realise Jimmy hasn't put the bin out. This is not exclusively his job but he normally does it before he goes to work. I am in my PJ's you know the ones, the ones we all have a pair of. Old covered in holes but are just too comfy to chuck away. I am wearing a T-shirt that has a monster on it and says "I Live Under Your Bed" and my grey bottoms that are covered in butterflies and holes. I obviously don't have a bra on either. My curly hair is all over the place like a tatty lions mane and I am covered in spots due to my pregnancy hormones (this glow thing is bullshit by the way). I look down at myself and wonder if I should quickly get changed before putting the bin out. I decide if I am quick no one will see me. Wrong!
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| This pretty much sums up how I looked! |
I throw on my flowery pumps just to add to my crazy cat lady look and as soon as I step out of the door so do my next door neighbours. I was genuinely mortified! They say 'hello' all cheerily and I respond with an appropriate amount of cheeriness even though I am dying inside. Then their little Jack Russell (Alan) runs out and is around my ankles and they are trying to get him back in. I am laughing nervously saying "Oh hello you! hehehe." Then the newly moved in next door but one come out to get in their car and say 'hello!' I muster a 'hiya' and practically run back inside the house.
They must all think I am a total scumbag, I never see our neighbours, ever. Whenever I leave the house it is ALWAYS, with a full face of make up and looking decent. Even if I'm just popping to Tesco's. When I got back in I looked at myself in the mirror, shook my head and had a chuckle to myself. I haven't been that embarrassed for a long time!
Have you had any embarrassing run in's with your neighbours, let me know!
Pic credit http://simpsons.wikia.com/wiki/Eleanor_Abernathy
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