Mason was at school, Will was napping and Theo was sleeping in his vibrating chair in the living room.
Our kitchen window looks out on our backyard. I was doing dishes and suddenly saw two men in the backyard.
It's not a new thing to see people in our backyard. Our Xcel guy comes straight in the backyard to read the meter and then leaves. Add into that we have every neighborhood kid around just strolling in to use the trampoline, swings, etc. and I am not even fazed anymore to see people at random times in our yard.
One of the men looked up at the window and tried mouthing something to me and pointed up. I motioned for him to head around to the back door so I could hear him.
Both the men met me at the back door. This conversation is what followed.
Man: I am here to measure the roof.
Me: Oh, ok. Good.
Man: I was going to ring the doorbell but saw the baby sleeping through the front door and didn't want to wake him up.
Me: Oh, good. Thank you so much for not ringing the doorbell. So many people just ring the doorbell without even thinking. Usually I juuussstt get the babies both to sleep and the doorbell rings. It's really hard to get anything done when it is constantly waking them up. Right now, he is sleeping really well and I actually have another baby too. Well, not quite a baby- he is 17 months. But, pretty much two babies and they are both sleeping really well and I have a lot to get done, so..............thank you so much for not ringing the doorbell.
Man: Nodding, backs away slowly from me. (Well, not quite but who would blame him if he did?!)
You know it's time to venture out of your house for some alone time/girlfriend time/date night when you completely embarass yourself by telling some random roof guy every detail of your kids nap schedule.
Can you tell I spend the majority of my day, 5 days a week, with little people?
Like I said, I need to get out more.
3 comments:
Love it, Nicole! Hope to see you Sunday!!
hahahahaha...that's too funny girl!
That is too funny...and sounds just like my days!!
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