Cranky people don’t give away food
What’s the deal with someone coming to your door at 7:34pm. Seriously, I just put my kids to bed. And not only coming to my door, but ringing the doorbell!
So, I was in the kitchen, already cranky because the kitchen was a disaster… And, instead of relaxing, I had to empty the dishwasher, put the dishes away and put more dirty dishes back in. Then Preston says, “there’s someone at our door.” The doorbell rings.
Gah! Seriously. Can’t you knock!
I walk back to the hallway to make sure Maya doesn’t get up and I can barely hear these teenage boys asking for canned food for some church.
Then I hear Preston, “sorry fellas, I don’t have anything.”
I walked back in as he closes the door and say, “why are people coming to the door so late!?”
Preston, “it’s only 7:30…”
Me, “it’s DARK outside and ringing the doorbell!”
Me again, “Why didn’t you just give them some canned food?”
Preston, “I have no idea what canned food we have and I didn’t want to give them the wrong thing,you’re already cranky.”
Ugh, guilty as charged. Now I feel like I need to go donate some canned food to a church.