Monday, October 29, 2012

Day 29--The Bed

I have a lot of embarrassing moments.  Most of them I have created on my own.  But this one goes down in history as the most embarrassing moment created by someone else.

My parents.

Now I went over yesterday about how fabulous my parents are.  And it's the truth.

They are also a teeny tiny bit OCD.

My Dad is officially Danny Tanner in real life.  For those of you too young to remember the show Full House, Danny was the Dad on the show.  He was, to put it kindly, a neat freak.  He vacuumed his vacuum with a dust buster.  Have I seen my Dad do that?  No.  But both he and my Mom love a clean house.  Our house perpetually looks like it came out of a Southern Living spread.  I've never even seen my parents bed unmade unless they were in it.   And I have never, ever, in all my years of living seen an article of laundry on their floor or bed.  I'm telling you, they are professionals at this clean business.

Enter teenage daughter.  I'm sure I was quite a trial to them.  I'm still only about a quarter as clean as they are on a good day.  I'm a piler.  Piles everywhere.  Piles that have been there so long they seem like part of the house.  I'm working on it and I'm sure I'm much cleaner than I was in high school.  But I know my room had to make them cringe.

I've written before that I definitely wasn't in the popular crowd at school.  Looking back that is fine but I know at the time I longed for the "cool" kids to be nice to me.  Or to invite me to one of their parties.  Then my sophomore year I started going to Campus Crusade.  I met some really nice people and started attending a Bible Study at a guy's house who was a soccer player.  He was a senior and so my best friend and I were invited to his graduation party.

I was excited.  I'm sure we took extra special care getting dressed to go that day.  I can't tell you what I had on or what food they served.  All I know is halfway through the party the doorbell rang.  And do you know who it was?  Oh yes, you're right.  My parents.  Both of them.  Awesome.

What ensued is now a hilarious story but at the time was positively mortifying.

My parents had come to the party to tell me I had to go home.  Why?

TO MAKE MY BED!!

Yes you read that right.  I left the house that morning and neglected to make my bed.  So in order to teach me a lesson they allowed me to leave and then came to tell me!!  I'm not sure if embarrassing me was their intent.  Actually I think their intent was just to get me to start making my bed before I left the house, since that was our family rule.

But people seriously.  For a 16 year old.  Absolutely humiliating.

I have no idea what happened after that.  I am sure I went outside and argued with them.  How do you explain something like this to a room full of people?  I guarantee I lost the argument and had to return home to make my bed.

My parents taught me lots and lots and LOTS of wonderful lessons.  I attribute my success as a person, wife and mother to things I learned growing up in their home.  They were nurturing, loving and expected a lot out of me.  And they know they I thank them for it.

But this?  I don't think I can ever thank them for that!



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18 comments:

Amber said...

Oh my goodness!! They really must have done a good job, because I hate to admit that if my parents did that I would probably still be annoyed by it. However, I realize every family dynamic is different.

Colleen said...

Hahahaha!! I died laughing at this!!:) Hilarious!!:)

Wayne W Smith said...

Sadly, I still don't make my bed...the kids will just jump on it and mess it up anyways.

Kim said...

Oh, wow, lol! Talk about walking the talk! I would have been mortified if my parents had done that, but what a lesson! So, do you make your bed everyday now, and would you track down one of your boys at a party when they are older? :-)

Ducky said...

Do you leave your bed unmade now just for the snark of it? When I moved into my first house I opened all the windows and stood with the door open (it was about 10 degrees outside). I flipped all the lights on in every room and then called my dad to let him know I was heating the neighborhood and was likely the bright spot in the sky he could see.

He laughed and told me NOT to call him when the bill came.

Heather said...

Oh my goodness! All I can think about is what my 13 year olds reaction would be if I did that to her. I am sure she wouldn't be nearly as calm as you were!

Shell said...

Oh, the mortification!!!

My parents were/are super neat, too. Me? Um, no.

AnnMarie said...

We had that rule growing up, too. I hated it so now my bed is NEVER made. I'm a piler, too and I swear it is from living with my mom who would throw important things away. I don't think I'd ever thank them for that either. :) Visiting from PYHO.

SaraSherrell.com said...

Oh my goodness that is horrible! I suppose you made it from there out though. I bet you were the talk of the party. Poor thing!

Gail @ http://biblelovenotes.com said...

Laura, your attitude is really godly. I've learned how important it is to not let the hurtful things define my relationship with my parents. It's so easy to complain about the things our parents did wrong and forget about the overall pattern of their lives and their love for us. That's what I hope my children will do about my mistakes. Thanks for sharing this situation with such a bitter-free attitude. It's a testimony. Bless you

The Not Quite Military Wife said...

That story is hysterical! Just wondering, did you remember to make your bed every morning from there on out? Thanks for linking up for Mommy Moments Blog Hop!
TheNotQuiteMilitaryWife.blogspot.com

Jen | Our Happy Family said...

oh my goodness this is hilarious!! mortifying at the time I'm sure! I'm a little ocd like danny tanner myself ;) new follower of your blog!

Samantha Curtis said...

Hahaha I will have to remember this! You can only ask so many times before you have to get creative, right?

Thanks for linking up!

Lisette @ Northern Belle Diaries said...

Wow...this reminds me of the time that my 16 year old self brought a boy over for the first time. Rather, he came to see me. Would you believe that not only did my parents expect him to ask their permission to date me, but his first impression of my parents was of my mother giving my dad a pedicure in the living room? No, she TOTALLY knew he was coming and she brings a bucket + clippers + nail files and proceeds to clip my dad's toe nails while the poor kid just sits across them in the living room. Parents (shaking my head)
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Rachel said...

Oh man. That would have been pretty embarrassing, for sure! My husband and I are the neat freaks though...so I have some sympathy for your parents, I have to admit!

Jenn said...

Ahh - I'm mortified for you! I would have wanted to crawl in a hole and die. So embarrassing.

Stopping by from the linkup.

Shawna said...

I'm just like your parents!! I can't stand leaving my house without the bed being made!! Horrible pet peeve!

Jenny @ Creatively Blooming said...

Oh my gosh! I would have turned 100 shades of red. How embarrassing! But what a funny story it makes now!

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