How to annoy me

I kind of despise people coming to my door unannounced.  Especially if we've never met.  I get this lovely trait from my Mother.  As a child we lived just outside the city limits and consequently had very few door to door salesmen, traveling evangelists, or people on a mission to scam you come to our door.  But when we did... Watch out!  My Mother would go into this panic mode.  She'd start shooshing us, telling everyone to remain still, and we were to do nothing to alert the "intruder" that anyone was home.  Growing up this was highly amusing to me.  I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just answer the door already!  I get it now.  As an adult I now wonder as I see myself doing the same thing- Was she and am I afraid we'll offend the person on the other side of the door by letting it become painfully obvious we're home and just don't care to talk to whoever it is?  Or maybe its the craziness in us that thinks deep down we've been targeted out of all the possible homes for a random attack.  Whatever it is it just plain annoys me to no end.

This whole week I've spent far too many hours to count- washing, ironing, hanging, typing tags, hanging tags, and getting ridiculous amounts of clothing, toys, and other stuff ready for a consignment sale.  It's a daunting task and if you're a little obsessive compulsive like I am it can pay off big.  So in an effort to save money I made my poor husband stay late at work to print out my tags so we didn't have to go out and buy a new printer cartridge for our printer.  It was in the 7:30 at night range, it was dark and cold outside, Aidan and I had just taken a relaxing and much needed bath, and I was doing what anyone should be allowed to do in their own home... I was walking around in just my underwear.

Yep I like to walk around naked or semi-naked and you know you do too!  As I told my husband, "If you can't walk around naked in your own home, where can you?"  My OCD over getting clothes ready to sell had cost me getting clothes put away that we're actually keeping and I was standing in front of my living room window (the shades WERE down) and looking through a mountain of clothes for a pair of warm pants and a shirt when it happened.  Tap, tap, tap.  I froze.  Then I thought of my Mother and thought what would she do?  I ducked, swung my head around to Kate, and through gritted teeth, hissed "Shhh!"  Then Aidan let out a high pitched squeal, I realized the TV was blaring, the lights were all on and I knew we were doomed.  They know.  We're home!

Who comes a knocking at 7:30, in the cold and in the dark?  Oh my word- I was just standing in front of the window topless and what if they could tell!  I ran up the stairs and grabbed some clothes.  Then the doorbell rang.  "Ahh, they weren't going away!"  I thought about screaming, "I have a gun!  Go away!"  What is wrong with me?  Through the corner of the shade from the top of the stairs I could see someone standing there against the railing.  Waiting.  Waiting to kill me!  No probably waiting for me to answer the door so they could give me some sob story about how they're locked out of their car that's in Georgia and they're trying to make some walking money to get there.    

I grabbed the phone and called Daniel instead.  "You better be close!"  Turned out he was and by the time he got here my would be attacker/salesman/ concerned neighbor wanting to alert me to the nudity clause for our neighborhood had left and wasn't even in our backyard stalking us!  But seriously people! It's dark, it's at a time of night that people with children could potentially be getting them ready for bed, and I don't care that we don't live in a big city.  You just don't do that!  OK I'm done being crazy for the time being.  But Mom since I know you're reading this you can be proud in the fact that I now know.  I get it.  What exactly do I get?  I'm not sure, but I get it.