Day 3. Most embarrassing moment

This is another hard one for me. It's not that I don't do stupid things... it's that I don't really care when I do them. My most common problem is putting my foot in my mouth. Apparently - according to all of my friends - this is something I do quite often. It seems everyone I know has an "I can't believe you said that" story about me. Aaron has several. The thing is I just kind of shrug off the things that most people would find embarrassing.

Only one story comes to mind where I actually felt EMBARRASSED. In fact, I was mortified. To be fair it happened when I was 9, but at the time I remember thinking that I would never ever ever tell anyone about this ever.

So here goes...

This is a bed wetting story. I'd like to start out by saying that I never had issues with wetting the bed... I was like my little Matthew man, bladder of steel from day 1. Also I was really private about things like getting dressed and stuff like that. Well when I was 9 I was invited to my friend's birthday party... it was, naturally, a sleepover party. That night after we all got to her house we were running around playing games and someone thought it would be funny to open the door on one of the girls as she was going to the bathroom. I was horrified at the very thought! Well this was one of those houses where they didn't have locks on any of the doors, so there was really no way to prevent it... and they thought it was so funny that they ended up doing it to several of the girls there.

Well me and my bladder of steel... along with my prudishness... decided that was not happening to me. So I refused to go to the bathroom all evening or night (because of course we were up half the night) and eventually we all fell asleep. Well I woke up before anyone else the next morning thanks to realizing my pants were wet! I was so horrified... not only had I wet the bed - which was a new experience for me to begin with - but I had wet the bed at someone else's house! I remember getting up and quickly trying to clean up what I could before anyone else woke up - then I changed my pants (and stuffed the wet ones in my backpack which I had brought with me... which I later threw away... "no mom I have no idea what happened to that backpack!") and after all of this I went and layed down again in a slightly different spot and pretended to go back to sleep. I say pretend because I was still freaking out and there was no way I was actually going to fall asleep again! When everyone started waking up there seemed to be some confusion as to how the spot had gotten there... I think my friend knew it was from me but if she did she was awfully nice about it. Thank you Grace.

And that's it. Lame? Maybe. But at the time I couldn't imagine anything worse.

Oh, and you need to read Carly's story, because it's awesome. Much better than mine.