So embarrassed

I was so excited after our homestudy that I forgot to tell the best part of the story.

When it was time to tour our house I asked the girls if they wanted to show the social worker their room. They excitedly agreed. They ran upstairs and all along the way kept talking about their bunk beds (they are still super excited about them). They showed her who sleeps where. After the tour of their room my wonderfully sweet husband said, girls show Ms P (the social worker) the rest of the house. I knew this was a bad idea, but what could I say. No hubs. I will show the rest of the house. They showed her our boys room. They showed her our bathroom. They were lifting up the shower curtain to show small glimpses of our unclean bathtub. I mean there was no mold or anything like that, just embarrassed that the rest of the bathroom was clean and not the tub. I didn't think she would see it. Not a big deal, whatever. So then my really smart husband tells the girls to show Ms P downstairs. My heart starts pacing. Why did he say that?! Oh no. Why did he say that. I tried to get in front of them, but without looking like an idiot. Oh my God. So, they show her our bedroom. So embarrassed. So they walk in. The girls jump up into our bed. Pulling back the covers to expose all of the papers and crap that is left on our counters. Can I again stress how embarrassed I was/ am? They start shoving the papers all over the place. My face is bright red. THANKS HUBS!!!! I start laughing really loud and hard because that's what I do when I am uncomfortable. I explain that we hid papers under the covers because we didn't think she would see them. She laughed ( I think, unless I just made that part up to make myself feel better) and said she hides stuff in her bedroom when they have guests over. I mean really. REALLY?!