can I really fit another foot in my mouth so soon?

My 8 year old son was outside in the driveway with his dad who was hanging a new net on our basketball hoop. And my son came up to the window and knocked on it to get my attention. I could hear it just fine, but I didn’t want to yell through the closed window. I was in my room putting on a short sleeved shirt. (I had dressed up this morning for another job interview which went very well this time, thank you.) So finally I come out and he is still banging away on the window. And I go and pull up the window and say “what is it?” I don’t even remember what he asked me, so obviously it was supremely important (to him).

Then he starts to walk away and I say, “I didn’t come to the window right away because I was changing my shirt.” I like to explain to my kids, in easy to understand ways, why they don’t always get an immediate response from me. Indicating, by extension, that they could just chill the heck out sometimes and be patient until I’m ready to answer. Well, my neighbor, who is a mechanic and restores classic Volkswagens next door, was right outside on the other side of our driveway working on a car. And since I had just announced, plenty loud enough for him to hear, that I had just been momentarily topless, I quickly added, “I’m sure our neighbors will be glad to hear that,” and then to my husband, “sorry about that.”

This represents me laughing at myself and me not caring. Image source: google, labeled for reuse.

My husband shrugged it off. He has been putting up with my social awkwardness for ten years and has slowly gotten used to my blundering ways. He is good sport. I love that guy.

But, WTF is my problem? Have I not heard myself lecture my own children about how to keeps their voices down so as to not share our whole life story with everyone in the neighborhood? Can you believe I already found such a priceless opportunity to stick a foot in my mouth again? Are you suitably impressed or have you done better (meaning worse)?