Earlier today we got a call that my mother-in-law was in the hospital. She's been having vertigo type symptoms for almost a year now and the doc wanted to make sure it wasn't anything more than that. We'll know results of the tests tomorrow, hopefully. She should also be coming home.
AND, during my afternoon nap, the doorbell rings. I get up in a sleep induced haze, angry as a wet hen that people are so STUPID when there are so many SAHM mom's around with sleeping kids. I promise you it never happens until they're sleeping. I peep out the window and it's a man dressed in a button up and a slacks. He's looking right at me when I open the blinds and smiles and waves. I'm not about to open the door for strangers. Only this particular one knows I'm home now. I was ready if he rang that door bell again I was going to peep my head out and give him a piece of my mind (which these days I have little to spare). I'm pretty sure he was a Jehovah's witness or something. He walked away and Punky came walking out of her room. I was soooo angry.
I've decided I'm putting a sign on the door that says:
YOU WAKE 'EM, YOU TAKE 'EM!
I can get mad about trivial things, I'll admit but ringing the doorbell on a complete stranger's door just gives me a tick! I guess I would just never go door knocking and make people uncomfortable like that. I just feel there are many more opportunities to spread God's word through less uncomfortable means. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's how I feel.
So just another day in paradise. Hubby just pulled up, so I'll wrap this up and go catch my soaps since I missed them today. Yeah, I live an adventurous, fun-filled life.
And if you think of it, please say a prayer for my mother-in-law. I'm sure she's fine (the doc has already ruled out a brain tumor), but extra prayers never hurt.