Sure, Come On In

Last Thursday the doorbell rang.  My kids have a Pavlovian reaction to the  doorbell, they go racing towards it certain that Papa and Nana are on the other side.  This time however, Papa and Nana were in Yuma where there is no snow.  Grrr.    Instead, there stood a relator with two clients in tow.  Double Grrr.

Now generally, relators call ahead of time and make an appointment.  This one THOUGHT she did, but trust me, no call had been made.  So there I stood, not 100% certain if I had even brushed my hair yet, with my two children in various states of undress.

I do dress my kids in the morning, but the floor seems to attract my children's pants faster than a picnic attracts ants.  They don't stay on for long and this is just not a hill on which I am willing to die, or even really climb.  As long as their pants stay on in public, I let it slide at home.

ANYWAY, there I stood semi-naked children at my side and the entire contents of my fridge on my kitchen counter as I was in the process of cleaning it out.  "Sure come on in" came out of my mouth, but those were not the words running through my head!  Looking back, I am utterly grateful that the thoughts in my head stayed there, as they were not entirely gracious or welcoming.

But then it occurred to me, it could have been far worse.  They could have come the day before.  You see, the day before at about that time, I had finally gotten the boys in front of Veggietales and ran upstairs for a quick shower.  I would not have heard the doorbell, and the relator, she has a key.

The boys were in the basement and she would have thought no one was home.  They would have commenced the tour.  So, I am grateful that the only half-dressed people they saw were under four.  Unbelievably grateful.   As I am certain they would be too if they knew what they narrowly missed seeing!