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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