I just did something a little wrong.
Yes, probably worse than the 300 other wrong things I do during the day.
Mac and I were out for our walk and I noticed a block over there were some people knocking on doors in the neighborhood.
I’ve complained about this before. . .but I’ll say it again. . .If I want religion or politics or if I want to sign a petition or purchase a newspaper, I’m capable of accomplishing that on my own. I do NOT need someone coming to my door to facilitate such things.
I got Mac in the house and the stroller put away. And while Mac seemed content in the pack and play, I thought I’d sneak a few items into our car since we are going out-of-town and I like to be as prepared (and ready) as possible.
When I went out to the car, I noticed the people at the end of our block. And they noticed me. But it was too late to retreat because I was already three steps out the door with a backpack and a few other items.
So I quickly threw everything in the car and ran back in the house.
I got Mac out of his pack and play and brought him to the main floor where I proceeded to undress him. . .completely. . .so we could get a fresh diaper, lunch and fresh clothes before nap time.
He seemed delighted to be in such a free and natural state so I let him run around completely naked while I got started on lunch.
He demanded a large plastic spoon (like a mixing spoon – a BIG one). What’s the harm? So I gave him one.
As Mac’s happily running around sans clothes beating the spoon on every solid surface, I hear a knock at the door.
They know I’m in here.
I try to ignore it.
But the knocking continues because duh. . .THEY KNOW I’M IN THE HOUSE!!!!
I respect whatever they are doing on a certain level. I mean it takes a special commitment to wander around a neighborhood getting doors slammed in your face all the ding dang day.
Yet, I’m still a bitch and the incessant knocking is starting to irk me.
I have to take a stand! I’m not going to hide in my own home while people pound on the door!
So I grab the completely naked Mac who is still wildly flailing the spoon around, throw open the door and exclaim: “WE’RE A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!!!!”
I’m guessing the next knock at the door will probably be a social worker or law enforcement?
(Please note, I made sure I was holding Mac in a manner that was not “revealing” in any way. I’m not that horrible!)