Wow... what to say.

I am sitting here on my laptop, waiting for Isabella to fall asleep.  The old sleeping routine wasn't working so this is a new arrangement.  I must say that for the most part it seems to work quite well.  Although most of the time she is asleep by this time.  Actually, she was 90% there, which I was almost certain of because her little feet stopped moving around while I lay next to her in the dark.  

As luck would have it... or is it a Murphy's Law sort of thing... the doorbell rang.

You know, with today's technology you'd think that those who lack the common sense to ring my doorbell when he knows very well I'm trying to put the kids to bed would know to send an email or text message.  Or at the very least pick up the phone and CALL FIRST.

So I had to immediately jump out of bed for fear that the older two kids would awaken, likely thinking it was already the crack of dawn rather than the middle of the night.

And of course, within minutes I could hear the pitter patter of little feet, searching the dark room for mommy.  So she joined us.  Me and my middle of the night visitor.  We ate chicken noodle soup and cheese.  Or rather, I'd say Isabella and I did.  The visitor just stood at the kitchen counter eating his food, barely uttering a word.  He knows I'm a stickler about sitting down so that you can appreciate every bite eaten at a meal.  Yet, he always seems to take that same spot at the kitchen counter anyway.

At least Isabella and I had a nice meal together, giggling with every noodle she noisily slurped.  I assume it was impossible for him to appreciate that since she isn't his kid.  And then I started to wonder why on earth this asshole rang my doorbell at 10:45 p.m. if all he did was stand there, stone faced.  Barely even able to muster up a smile over the cuteness of Isabella.

So here we are, 11:21 p.m.  Me and Isabella.  My plans for a long hot shower have been postponed.  It would have to take place tomorrow, hopefully before anyone is awake.  And God help this person if he rings my door bell before I have my first cup of coffee.  Because I plan on enjoying it while sitting at the kitchen table.  Perhaps with an English muffin or slice of toast.  Relishing each and every bite. 

I have a lot to write.  Not so much to share with anyone what's been going on with me.  But just a reminder to myself of how things are at this moment in time.  The one word to describe it all:  surreal.