Mom — Put Some Clothes On!

Mom –For the Love of God, Put Some Clothes On - Skyping NakedMy son was deployed for a year to Iraq with the National Guard, and anticipating my daily maternal meltdowns at HOW FAR AWAY he would be for the next year (sob!), he set me up on Skype before he left so we could video chat with each other from time to time. Notwithstanding that it’s not like “NCIS” on TV, where the video and audio are crystal clear and totally synced as if the person is standing in the room with you–It’s a little grainy, with a definite time delay on the speech–I did get to see his beautiful smile and hear those magic words, “Hi, Mom,” every few weeks.

Whenever Jake’s Skype call would come in, my computer would emit a tinkling sound, like a tiny bell. Since there’s a significant time difference between Oregon and Iraq, this often happened in the middle of the night. If I missed the call, it might be days or weeks before another one came, so I developed ears like a mama fruit bat for that sound. I could hear it from any room of the house, any time of the day.

One hot, sticky summer night, I was lying in bed, when I heard the much-anticipated bell sound from down the hall. I bolted out of bed and raced down the hall to click the bright green “Answer Call” icon on my screen. Jake’s smiling face popped up, and then I immediately heard, “OH MY GOD, MOM!!! Are you NAKED?!?” I looked down and realized, to my horror, I was wearing Kenny’s boxers and nothing else.

I immediately dove to the floor, taking out the chair on my way down, to crawl on two knees and one hand over to Kenny’s closet for a t-shirt, while frantically waving my other arm up in front of the computer, yelling “Wait! Wait! Don’t hang up!!” I could hear raucous laughter from the background, as Jake’s Army buddies figured out what was going on. Jake was shouting “Mom! MOM!! Click the ‘AUDIO ONLY’ button! It’s on your left! AUDIO ONLY!!” “No, wait! I’m here! DON’T HANG UP!” I kept yelling until I finally grabbed an oversize t-shirt to pull over my head, and scrambled up off the floor to get back in front of the computer, suitably attired to video chat with one’s offspring.

Jake looked at me and said, dryly, “You realize that when I get back and anyone asks me what was the most traumatic thing I saw over here, I’m going to have to say ‘MY MOTHER.’”

Apparently you’re never too old to scar your kids for life.

Vikki Claflin blogs at

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  6 comments for “Mom — Put Some Clothes On!

  1. January 15, 2013 at 8:38 am

    Right out loud, as I was reading this and knowing what was coming, I said, “Oh. My. God.”
    I would have done EXACTLY THE SAME THING. Thanks for a great laugh.

  2. January 15, 2013 at 10:32 am

    Too funny!

  3. January 15, 2013 at 10:58 am

    Oh my gosh, I laughed out loud when I read this. I talk to my kids on Skype and Facetime at odd hours all the time and have had similar situations occur. Thankfully mine are all girls, so it is usually not quite as horrifying! (I do have to watch out for the odd boyfriend or son-in-law on occasion, though). Thanks for the smile to start my day!!

  4. Deb Drucker
    January 15, 2013 at 3:58 pm

    Vikki Thank you so much for giving me the best laugh of my day! I didn’t have Skype when my son was deployed but I remember the day he sent me an e-mailfrom Iraq. He knew my phobia of spiders. I thought he was sending me pictures of him and his buddies but much to my surprise I was viewing the much hated camel spiders…..tipping over chair, nearly breaking the computer and having my former husband and youngest son race into the room- well it does remain one of the most endearing moments of his deployment. Please thank your son for his service…A Proud Mom of an OIF Vet.

  5. Erica Ferencik
    January 19, 2013 at 1:29 pm

    That is absolutely freaking hilarious. You rock.

  6. January 29, 2013 at 7:19 am

    So so funny. Love it! Thanks for posting.

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