As parents to be, we make all kinds of plans for our children.
Then, as they grow up, we end up implementing things we never intended.
I truly remember when I said my kids would never eat McDonalds.
Go ahead and sneer and snort at me...you know you said it too :p
My oldest could spot the golden arches miles away :)
Anyhoo, besides the obvious slip-ups, we also do things un-intentionally.
This time my middle daughter was the recipient of my parenting "snafu."
Let's back up for a minute in case you haven't heard of my hoo-hah issues.
Part 1 is available here.
Part 2 is available here.
Catch up...I'll wait.
The part I didn't already share was that a couple days after my surgery, after looking at my horribly deformed hoo-hah, I had no idea whether what I was looking at was normal, if any progress was being made, where exactly the stitches were, where exactly certain parts of my anatomy had gone to...etc.
I came up with a brilliant plan to take pictures, so I could SEE the progress.
Oh. yes. I. did.
Do not panic; I will NOT be sharing those.
They've been deleted anyway, bc after I took the first two, it hurt worse to look at them, and I decided it's too weird anyway to take pictures of my hoo-hah.
Ahem. Cough. Cough.
Stay with me, people.
Fast forward 3 weeks to yesterday.
I'm sitting at the bar in our kitchen reading a book.
My middle daughter comes in from work and says, "Mom, I wish you'd tell Reagan to stop taking so many pictures with your phone; for some reason your phone syncs up with mine so any time Rea takes pictures, they also load onto mine."
Not looking up from my book, I said, "Mmmhmmm,"
"It's a pain that I have to delete all of her stuff; it would be different if she just took one or two pics...but she takes tons in a row of the very same things...herself making funny faces mostly."
Again, still engrossed in my book, "I know, I know...it's my phone; I have to delete them too."
Then, she hits me with the big daddy of all big daddies.
"You know I got those pics of your VaJJ too."
She had my undivided attention then.
Me: "I deleted those!!"
Middle Kid: "Yeah, well, they still showed up on my Photo Stream."
Me: WHAT??? HOW?? OMG!!!
Middle Kid: "I have no idea. Somehow our Photo Streams are synced."
Me: "OMG! I'M SO SORRY!! ARE YOU TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE??"
Middle Kid: "Maybe not for life; I deleted it really fast once I realized what it was."
We spent the next few minutes figuring out how to UNsync our Photo Streams.
We told my husband and the youngest about what had happened.
Reagan, the 9 year old, immediately yelled, "Oh my goodness!! Did she put it on Facebook????"
Middle Kid and I both screamed,
Oh my gahhhhhhhhh!!!."
Middle Kid shivered, and I passed out just thinking of the possibilities.
And then we deleted both our Photo Streams again for good measure.
See, I told you I win.