After a somewhat awful night with Zoë (because what else is new) I decided to sneak a little nap in on the couch yesterday afternoon while Zoë was (miraculously) napping and the kids were playing across the street. I was far too sleepy to entertain the idea of staying awake while the house was so blissfully quiet but I wanted to be available if they needed me/I wanted to stop them from bursting into the house and waking the baby, which is why I chose the couch.
As I expected, the door eventually opened and a child (two, actually) came stomping into the house, requesting a drink of water (not that that's something they have to ask permission for, but they do anyway (so that when they do something they shouldn't do without asking for permission they at least have a track record of asking for permission to fall back on, I guess)).
"Yes, get a drink," I moaned from the couch, trying not to allow myself to wake up too fully.
"Close the door, please!" I called to them on their way out.
"Okay!" Benjamin chirped and he slammed the storm door shut but left the house door hanging wide open.
I contemplated getting up to close the door-door, but I figured it was fine being open. The storm door makes a terrible racket when it's pulled open so it's not like anyone could sneak into the house. "Besides, no one usually comes to the door, anyway..." I said to myself as I drifted back to sleep.
Soon I was ripped from my sleep by someone rapping on the glass panel of our storm door. I jumped off the couch (which is in full view of the front door, by the way) and ran to answer the door, somewhat wild-eyed and disoriented, I'm sure.
Standing there was our home teacher. He was holding a big box.
"Do you have a stand mixer?" he asked.
"No," I admitted. "I don't."
"Well, this for you," he said. "Every woman deserves a stand mixer in her kitchen."
"Wow, thank you so much!" I stammered.
"Maybe in twenty years, you'll pull this out to make cookies and you'll think of me," he said.
Then he dropped the box off, bid me a good day, and left.
I collapsed back on the couch for another ten minutes or so (Zoë had woken up every hour the night before and then had spent the entire day screaming her head off; I was exhausted). I woke up when I heard Andrew's scooter pull into the driveway and chuckled over the strange dream I had—someone had stopped by to give me a brand-new stand mixer! Haha! How ridiculous...