Yes, That Just Happened

I am interrupting my regularly scheduled idon'tthinki'mgoingtosurvivepaintingtrim day to share a brief post.

I have been painting for two days now while still maintaining regular responsibilities, minus three children. You don't have to tell me, I know, I'm awesome.

Spencer is down for is quick catnap before his bath, eating and getting-ready-before-bed hour.

So, I thought I'd take a quick break and peruse the latest issue of Better Homes and Gardens......in the bathroom, on the toilet.

Normal, no? Don't try and tell me you've never utilized the time in the bathroom, especially on days when it's the ONLY time you get to sit down, to read an article or two. Well, you can tell me otherwise, but I'll secretly think you're lying to me.

Anyway, I'm in the bathroom, and I notice a shadow in the mirror which reflects the window....I'm making this too complicated....here's what happened:

Bryce's co-worker who came over to help us paint trim was going up the ladder that was right over the bathroom and caught a glimpse (it may have been longer than that, but that is what I'm telling myself to make it less traumatic) of my cute, white be-hind, while I was reading a magazine.

It's an old house, there's nothing blurry about the glass on that window.

Pretty great.

Yup, mark this down as a completely embarrassing, onlykatiewouldfindcomfortinpostingsomethinglikethis, total lack of pride post.

Katie