Enlighten me.

Chloe has been a little cranky lately.
That's an understatement.
Those teeth are just DYING to break through.
Which means... Naps are pretty much nonexistent.
Which is ok. We will survive.

Which is why I find myself slightly peeved when not even 15 minutes after Chloe DOES actually fall asleep this morning, my doorbell rings. THREE times in rapid succession. I use my better judgment and don't open the door.

Except I see her hand going for the bell AGAIN.

I swing open the door and she tells me she and her friend Patty want to tell me the good news of the bible.

That's when I hear the sweetest sound on earth.
Hysterical Fudge.
The doorbell has woken her and freaked the living daylights out of her.

I kindly looked at my new friends who want so badly to share the good news with my floundering soul...
...and I give them my good news.
I can't be enlightened today.
The doorbell they needed to ring repeatedly woke up my sleeping angel.
Who hasn't napped well in days.

But your gargantuan hats with bows are quite lovely, ladies.

thank.you.very.much.