people are strange

I've just gotta say, I do not want random strangers knocking at my door. This makes me edgy, uncomfortable, and nervous. I hear a knock and instantly get this horrible image of masked men barraging into my house and attacking me. So when I get a random Jehovah's witness or a Mormon knocking on my doors on Sundays, I freak. I still freak, even though it's probably a nice lady with a pamphlet in her hand on a mission.
Oh, or how about when the guys pull up in their old pick-ups asking to mow my lawn? Want to talk about creepy? Because peeping out my blinds all I see is the middle-aged scruffy creepy man? I don't like it! Stay away unless I ask for your help - please, please. I'm a paranoid bird. You people make me cringe. Call me unwelcoming, inhospitable. Call me irrational and paranoid. I suppose I am all of those adjectives. That's just me.

Today is Mother's Day - lots of love to all of the mommies (and everyone else!)
I had to work an all-night shift last night, then again tonight. Boo! I have to give my gratitude to the great stockers though, who wished me a Happy Mommy's Day as soon as the clock struck midnight. I work with a few really good guys.

I got to spend a few hours with my little buster this morning before taking him to my mother in law's place so I can nap. There's nothing like cuddling in bed with him after we've both just woken up. We're like two birds in a nest, keeping warm and close. I'm so glad I'm his mommy.