As it so happens, more often than not these days, it was just me and the boys at home on Friday night. Kid C was sleeping at a friend’s house, Kid B was at the high school to watch baseball and soccer games, and Kid A was at a meet and greet for her currently number one college choice (Go Jackets!). Sheepdog was working late.
I wanted to make a nice dinner since I hadn’t cooked very much since we got back from our vacation. I bought some steaks and planned to grill them for Sheepdog and myself after I put the boys to bed. The boys, however, were getting peanut butter sandwiches and calling it a night. I wasn’t wasting good, grass-fed beef on those ingrates (“It takes too many bites for me to chew it all up!“). No problem. More yummy cow for me and your father.
But first, I needed to take a shower. If you’re going to woo your husband, you need to start with the basics (although ‘dirty’ is rarely a deterrent when it comes to my husband and lovin’).
So I spread the peanut butter, poured the milk, and turned on the SpongeBob. I set the boys up for success and asked them to please give me ten minutes. Don’t answer the phone. Don’t answer the door. No one goes in or out. No couch jumping, stair diving, or playing baseball in the living room. Please try not to hit your head on anything (it happens more often that you can imagine). Come get me immediately if someone is choking.
I went upstairs. And miracle of all miracles, I actually got to take an uninterrupted, hot shower. I even shaved my legs.
I came back downstairs and praised both boys for their excellent behavior and ability to follow directions. Their faces beamed and their chests swelled from the accolades. Then I noticed a notepad sitting out on the counter. I asked Kid D if he was starting a new grocery list.
“Oh, no, Mom, ” said Kid D, matter-of-factly. “Someone knocked on the door while you were in the shower.”
“…aaaaand?…” I prompted him to link it back to the notepad by waving it about in the air. “Who was at the door and what exactly did you do?”
“A man was at the door. I didn’t know who he was.”
“So I told him to hold on a minute and I came in here and wrote a note.”
“And then I took it to the door and held it up for him to see. And I never opened the door, Mom. Because I know that I am not supposed to ever open the door without you right here. I just showed him the note. The man smiled and said he would come back later.”
It says, “My mom is in the bathroom.” Apparently, I need to teach some more stranger danger lessons around here. And maybe a lesson or two about “things we share and things we keep to ourselves.”
Wish me luck for tomorrow…
About an hour later, I received a message on Facebook from a friend in the neighborhood.
Mystery man identified.
Thanks, Sav. It’s a good thing I’m not easily embarrassed, right?