Caught

There's only one way to be caught by your kids, isn't there? And I thought it would never happen to us. After all, how hard is it to make sure a door is securely closed and/or locked? But caught we were, just moments after I glanced at the door and the thought flashed through my mind that the little sticky-outy bit has a habit of not catching completely even when it looks like the door is totally shut.. and the door looked totally shut so even if the ringing of my phone moments ago did wake LB up, she wouldn't be able to get into the room while Tomek and I were, uh, engaged.

Wrong.

Well, I was right about one thing. The ringing phone DID wake her up. Normally I hear her come out of her room because she bangs the door open. Didn't hear that this time. Didn't hear our door open either. I only found out LB was up and had caught us when I pulled back from some post-o kissing and Tomek looked to his left, off the side of the bed, and started laughing. I looked over too, and LB was standing there with a what the hell? look on her face. I started laughing, rolled off Tomek and casually covered him in a blanket, while saying hi to LB and asking her if she had a good nap. I wasn't worried about her seeing me naked because we bathe together and during the day she frequently visits me when I go potty. But we've stopped letting her see Tomek completely naked because she was getting a little too curious for comfort--as in, she almost grabbed him a couple of times in the bath.

I suppose it just looked like we were hugging... depending on how long she was standing there. Tomek has a memory of hearing his parents and then asking his dad what he was doing to his mom. (The answer was "giving her a massage".) Even then, I think he was 5, he didn't really believe his dad. I have no such memories.

And I guess I can count us lucky that we were making love the regular way and not orally. I mean, I probably would have reacted in the same manner, laughed and been casual with her. But it would forever remain a VERY awkward memory for me. This memory is just going to make me cringe a little, not a lot.