no soliciting, please.
About a week ago, I was abruptly awakened from the bliss of almost-sleep during afternoon naptime. All three of my children were miraculously sleeping at the same time, and I chose to do the same. 🙂
Right as I was about to drift off into dreamy-land,
BLAM, BLAM, BLAM… a loud, knocking insistent pounding on my front door. Now, I guess I could have chosen to be grateful here; at least the notice taped OVER the doorbell to please knock was considered. However, grateful, I was not. Especially to find out it was the landscape company that installed our sprinkler system just delivering a folder with information we already had… THREE MONTHS after we moved in.
Today, a lovely Sunday afternoon, I again try to lay down for some Sabbath rest. I figure, the Lord created the day for rest, I owe it to Him to at least make an effort to rest. 🙂
Not 10 minutes in to my experience,
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!
Fortunately, Matt gets the door. It’s a Boy Scout, selling popcorn. I don’t even like popcorn, but my dear husband who is incapable of saying to to the little tykes buys an $18 box of popcorn. It will take us until next year at this time to eat it all; which is fine, because then we can just buy another box. Hopefully their prices go up. I’m a fan of inflation.
Now, I actually don’t mind supporting the Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts, but must they sell during Sunday afternoon naptime? Haven’t their parents taught them anything of the joys of the Sunday afternoon nap??? 🙂 I will not, however, support the public school fundraisers. Call me a scrooge, but I have two legitimate reasons… first is that most of what they sell either has, or has been processed with nuts. Can’t have that in the house for Eli. Second reason: I already pay taxes for the public schools that my children don’t even attend. To me, that’s enough. Yeah, I’m mean.
So, should I put a sign on my door that says No Soliciting? Will the kids even know what “soliciting” means??? Probably not.
Guess I should go pop a bag of corn.