Now that my photography business is up and running I am getting more packages in the mail. (print orders and such) He is coming at least twice a week. In the past few weeks he has been coming during nap times. Little man's bedroom is not far from the front door. We used to have a noisy fan in his room to drown out noise but that broke. He now has a humidifier that isn't as loud. The other day I was working on my computer when the doorbell rang, he pounded on the door, and ran for his van. A few seconds later little man was crying and wouldn't go back to sleep and a few minutes later I heard the tiny voice of a two year old asking me to get him out. Ugh! Thank you Mr. FedEx man for bringing me my packages and ruining my afternoon.
This past Tuesday I was expecting another order. I laid the boys down for their naps and started working on some editing. 1:30 rolls around no package.....2:00 nothing...... "He's usually here by now." I thought to myself. I continued working. 2:30 rolls around still nothing. I checked online to see what time it was suppose to be here. It said no later than 3. No lie it was 2:56 when he pulled in front of my house. His van came to a screeching halt and it jerked when he threw it in park. His door flung open and he was sprinting for my front door. I had to intercept him. I jumped out of my chair stubbed my toe, tripped on a bucket, hit my face on the door, somehow pinched my finger in the baby gate, and was struggling to open the door with the baby proof door knob thing on it. I swung the front door open and I caught him as he was in motion to ring the doorbell. I think I startled him. But it didn't matter. I had beat him to the doorbell. Ah...success!
My toe on the other hand has seen better days.