I have a horrible confession to make; sometimes we do things while away from the Casa that we would never even consider doing back home. The allure of new places and experiences, no access to social media, limited oxygen to the brain, fatigue, white line fever, sensiry overload, all of these stimuli combine with the catalyst that is the anonymity of the open road to cause some things to “just happen”. Trust painstakingly established over the years can be wiped away in a micro second with one such “indiscretion”, then come the uncomfortable silences and averted glances.
The Good Book says “the heart is desperately wicked, who can know it?”, and that “pride goeth before a fall”; that it can happen to the best of us must be true, because it happended to me. I failed; I was weighed in the balance and found wanting.
But there are always two sides to any infidelity, and dad carries some blame as well. In this case, dad drove me to it, as odd as that may seem, but there’s only so much pressure a girl can take before committing the unpardonable sin, until last night, I fell into temptation.
I slept with mom.
I know, I know, it just “happened”; I was slightly inebriated from the mountain air, my feet were worn sore from the trail, and mom just knew how to push the right buttons. Max had already taken up residence in dad’s sleeping bag, a fact that wouldn’t have affected matters in the least back at the Casa as I would have rousted him out with a flip of my snout, but this time was different, and I failed. Now I’m paying the price as I gaze across the tent to the distant lump of snoring nylon that marks my erstwhile homeland, and wonder quietly to myself:
Can I ever go home? Will it ever be the same?
Who am I kidding? I got this; we all know that dad’s a notorious pushover, just a big pansy, if a 5’6″ pansy can be considered “big”. I’ll just lay a little Charlie tongue lovins on his face and he’ll fold up like a cheap suitcase like he always does.
But the crawl of shame will have to wait; although New Mexico has perfected their sunrises and sunsets, they have yet to work the kinks out of their climate control system, and the frigid morning air is going to postpone my advances until weather conditions are more conducive to groveling.
Besides, Mom had the thermostat at in her sleeping bag set on “just right”, and you don’t improve on perfection!
LOL it’s OK Charlie, it was just your Mom so that is not really cheating. 🙂
It’s ok Charlie! Dad was probably glad to have a little extra room in his bag for once. He’ll forgive you!
It was high time that Mom got some love too, Charlie! (It seems that you were regulated rather unsuccessfully to the porch for a little while not so long ago… perhaps subconsciously you are starting to realize that one’s bread is not always buttered on the same side in this crazy life you lead…)
So funny! Charlie, just FYI, mom’s are the best snuggler’s!!!
Dad, what amazing stories you write.
A sweet, funny moment in a world that seems to have gone crazy!
Thank you all!
Charlie, don’t feel quilty, you kept Mom warm.
You make me smile, Charlie.
Charlie, you weren’t unfaithful at all… You were keeping mom warm & toasty. Dad should be proud of you taking such good care of her!
Your humility humbles us, Charlie. It’s encouraging to know that the mighty can crumble once in a rare while, too.
Awwwww! CB was glad to have the mom on a trip! Sometimes girls gotta stick together!
I’m laughing so hard, I’m snorting! In your world Charlie, it would be akin probably to Charking! What a girl!
love love love it Ms.Charlie girl..moms need love too.
Charlie – I have no words …..
Lol, I just snorted coffee through my nose! Us Mom’s can be warm and snuggly too, Charlie! ❤
Share the love Charlie:)
Sounds like an awesome road trip so far Charlie girl, glad you got to move in with mom, haha, carry on dad, mom, Max, & of coarse you Charlie girl , the road is awaiting ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Dad should have kicked you out and taken his rightfull place next to Mom. You are forgiven this time but, don’t let it happen again. ❤️
Dad will forgive you.
Charlie is making lots friends.
Charlie – when you get back home you are going to have to take a vacation to recoup from your vacation.
Look at that rascally, mischievous face.
Oh no, Charlie. Oops. I understand indiscretions happen. Groveling is a good plan.