Goldilocks Came Knocking
I had a very unusual night/morning that I thought I would share with you. To start off, I'm rather sick and was not sleeping very well last night. I went to be early but to no avail since I tossed and turned for hours. At about 4 am my husband came into the room, home from work and whispered, "Are you awake?" Obviously I was and he proceeded to tell me that there was a teenage girl from across the street sleeping in our spare room. My first thought at him saying this was that he had come home and witnessed them kicking her out of the house and that he had allowed a delinquent into our home but he cleared some things up for me... sort of. He said that she was locked out of the house and that no one was home to let her in. She was wearing shorts and a tank top and stuck out in the rain so he had told her she could come in and sleep at our place. That was all the information I received at that time. I spent the rest of the night sleeping fitfully do to sickness and wonder/concern about the young girl in our spare room. Would her family be home now and worried? Why was there no one home to let her in? Are they going to think we abducted her?
The morning came and my alarm reminded me of the field trip my daughter is taking today and I got up to get her dressed for a thrilling time at the dump. I told her there was a girl sleeping in the spare room just in case she came downstairs. I didn't her to get frightened if she saw a strange girl wandering our house. Then I started to think, what do I do? Do I wake her up? Does she need to go to school? Is anyone home at her house now and worried? I decided she had been up half the night and that she was most likely in need of some sleep so I was going to take my daughter to the bus stop first. Out into the rain we go to stand at the bus stop and wait, and wait, and wait. The bus didn't show. Great, now I'm sick, tired, concerned about this girl sleeping in my house, wet and I need to drive my daughter up to the school so she doesn't miss her field trip. Off we go to the school. My son complaining all the way about his hands being cold and how he needs hot chocolate.
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