This past weekend, Aaron's folks came to town for a quick visit (yay! grown ups!). As they were trying to leave--literally trying to get down the stairs and into the car--nosy old lady neighbor came a'knocking. The purpose of her visit was pleasant enough--her daughter wanted to thank Aaron's parents for a favor they had done, but nosy old lady neighbor? When she saw me, clad in my pajamas at 11 AM? She said "did you just get up?", which annoyed me to no end. Firstly, nosy old lady neighbor, what time I get out of bed is none of your business. Secondly, I am a grown woman--a grown pregnant woman-- and if I choose to wear my pajamas for 3 consecutive days in the privacy of my own home that's my business. And thirdly, I have a 2 year old--7 AM is sleeping in.
Thankfully Aaron's dad averted the pregnant-lady-mauls-senior-citizen crisis by ushering everyone off of the front stairs and into the lawn, while I stayed behind with Adrian and thought unpleasant thoughts.