If you're sitting around in a bathrobe when you know that UPS is going to attempt a delivery between 2pm and 5pm, they are CERTAIN to come while you're sitting around in your bathrobe.This law has even further reaching implications for me. Most days, I am up and dressed, because I wake early early early, and because I've got to cart someone, somewhere, or actually go somewhere myself.
If there is a day when I don't dress (erm...still in my snowman jammies and my robe as I type, but in part because there was a whole question of whether or not I'd go out with the kids before the freezing rain started and well, I could explain further, but I'm already boring myself), like today, sure enough, *someone* will ring my doorbell.
The first time this happened, I was pregnant with Julia and desperately morning sick. I was lying around as unkempt as I could be, and my 70 year old neighbor rang the bell. Ben ran to the door, so we couldn't hide. I think I was wearing a sweater and jammie pants, and had never even combed my hair. It was recycling day, and our newpapers had blown down the street. She came to tell me. Thankfully, I had dressed Ben. I pulled the nausea excuse out as soon as I could, so she wouldn't think I was a total sloth. Since then, the rare day I decide not to dress either means the mailman has a question for me or wants to remind me my car inspection sticker will soon expire (!!!), the meter reader is coming, or a neighbor finally decides off the cuff to introduce herself. Sloth doesn't pay in *lots* of ways.