Monday, July 11, 2011

A Muddled Mother Moment---#1

So Mudders there are times during the day that things happen to me and I think to myself  "Only my fellow Mudders would get this."  Today's moment was just one of those times.  And so, in response to my great need to tell this story to those who would understand and wince along with me in my deepest humiliation and pain, I decided to start a new feature on the Muddled Mother website.  This feature we are going to call "Muddled Moments."  Today will be installment number one.

So I hurt my back two days after school was out.  It was pretty bad as far as back problems go and  reluctantly I dragged my carcass to a chiropractor.  Much to my surprise and delight, let's just say that the moment I entered the office, I almost felt lucky to have back pain.  No, it wasn't the free lollipops on the counter or the fresh muzak pumping from the speakers.  It wasn't the air conditioning or the cheery receptionists behind the counter.  Nope, what made my first and subsequent appointments worthwhile was that Dr. Talldarkandhandsome would be working on me.  (Hey, I know.  I am married.  But there ANYONE of us who is dead??  We notice.  I mean...come on.  WE notice.  Yes...I am talking to YOU!)  Anyhoo...I thought to myself..."If I am going to have to endure this back pain..I might as well have a dreamy chiropractor to swoon over"

Today, (and if utter humiliation makes you  Run NOW! )  I had a late appointment.  Earlier I went to lunch with friends to a nice establishment.  I dressed for the occasion.  I put on my crisp cotton white skirt with blue flowers.  The shirt that I typically wear with it is a plain blue silk top with capped sleeves.  But it was a hot day, and silk and heat don't mix.  At least not with me.  On hot days, when I wear that top it always ends up getting sweat stains on the back or right along the bra line.  I am always painfully embarrassed when that happens and so I often wear my flesh colored granny girdle panties to soak up the sweat and keep it off my silk shirt.  Mudders, you know the ones I am talking about, the ones where the waist band settles right underneath your bust line.  The high-waisted spandex Spanx that gives your bum a lift and successfully tucks in all that stretched out gut-fat mommies get after having three or more children.  Yes....THOSE flesh colored granny girdle panties!  I know what you are thinking.  "Why doesn't she use powder or wear a tank to prevent sweat for soaking through her shirt?"  And I tried those things--Really!  I did.  But due to a certain medication I take for my heart, I tend to get REALLY sweaty especially on humid days.  And so, in order to wear that smart looking blue silk shirt, I had to resort to wearing the flesh colored granny girdle panties which tends to be a tad bit thicker and more absorbent than a tank and MUCH more effective than powder.  And...All right.  All right....those flesh colored granny girdle panties give me a freshly liposuctioned look as well...I'll admit it.  I just might wear them for THAT reason as well!

So, I've seen Dr. Talldarkandhandome several times.  Each time his routine has been the same.  Lay on my stomach-adjust.  Lay on my sides-adjust.  Lay on my back-adjust.  Finally, I sit in a and chair receive electrode therapy on my tight shoulder muscles.  Very simple.  Very predictable.  No need to disrobe like other doctors' offices.  Harmless.  Therefore right before my appointment this afternoon, when I had a fleeting thought that I should remove the flesh colored granny girdle panties that went up to my ample bust line laying flat underneath my bra, I reassured myself that the routine would disrobing or even a mere pulling up of a shirt had taken place and therefore...I. Was. Safe.

And by now, I am sure you can imagine Mudders that I wasn't safe.  I wasn't safe at all.  Not today.  Not ever again.  Nope.  Today, after I sauntered in with my crisp cotton white skirt and my blue silk shirt.  Today, after I smiled at Dr. Talldarkandhandsome while casually pulling my Jackie O sunglasses up to pull my tousled  hair back.  Today after, laying down on my stomach gracefully feeling oh-so-full-of-myself...Dr. Talldarkandhandsome, before I even knew what was happening, began to lift the bottom of my shirt up saying, "I'd like to do the electrode therapy on the base of your back."  I immediately panicked...I couldn't let him see my flesh colored granny girdle panti---too late.  "What the heck is going on here?"  Dr. Talldarkandhandsome exclaimed.  His hands fumbled around my back...trying to find an end to the "tank" that I must have had tucked into my crisp cotton white and blue flowered skirt.  "It's not a tank."  I said weakly.  "I'll help you."  Then I reached up and pulled at the waist that was lodged under my bra.  He pulled on it a bit and rolled the substantial amount of flesh colored spandex down..pulling and jarring so that he could place the electrode at the base of my back.  A warm surge of embarrassment washed over my entire body-head to toe.  "Oh.  I see."  was all that Dr. Talldarkandhandsome could utter, and then he quietly closed the door.

Dear Mudders, I could have crawled inside a hole inside a hole inside a hole and THAT wouldn't have been far enough.  I was purple.  I was mortified.  I was absolutely abashed.  Doing mental headslap after headslap after mental headslap.  Mudders, I don't let my husband see me in those flesh colored granny girdle panties...and yet...and yet...this beguiling Dr. Talldarkandhandsome had now seen my flesh colored secret and I-could-have-died-wished-I-died-hoped-I-die right there in his office before he returned.

On the drive home, I called one of my besties and fellow Muddled Mother to describe in detail the disgraceful tale. True to her nature (after all she has heard MANY "Logan Stories,") she laughed and soothed in a way that only a thirty year friend can.   How to redeem myself I pondered with her. Was there any possible way?  And dear Mudders, we found a solution.  Tomorrow I am taking myself to our local Victoria's Secret to buy myself a red that can peak out over my jeans or shorts or whatever I wear to the next appointment.  Yes...a red thong...I wonder how that will look with my mommy-gut?