Out of nowhere this morning, the doorbell rang. I honestly thought it was one of our neighbors so of course when I went to answer it, I was still in my pajamas. It was not our neighbor. It wasn't even anybody that we knew. A nicely dressed woman stood on our front porch and looked at me with a surprised stare. "Oh!" I said, "Can we help you?!" She took a minute and I suddenly realized that not only was I standing there in my PJ's, but behind me, our two younger kids were running around stark naked. They kept yelling, "Mommy! We want to play with our toys in the bathtub!"
I turned back towards the woman and tried to laugh as I apologized but I still didn't even know who she was. She brought her gaze back to me and began by saying, "Hi, I'm Mrs. "So and so" from the "so and so" public school."
I continued to stand at the door in confusion. "You're with the school?!" I questioned as I cringed from embarrassment of the circus she was witnessing. "Yes," she said, "I'm a Social Worker." (You have GOT to be kidding me.) Not knowing what else to do, I asked her to come in out of the heat and immediately realized just how disorderly our house actually was. The kids had tossed their pajamas all over the place, cereal and milk were thrown about from our breakfast, the cat was darting back and forth as our three and five year old kids continued to run buck naked...all while our seven and eight year old boys were in the next room arguing loudly over a computer game.
I tried to smile a small, polite smile and wondered what she could possibly want. She smiled back at me and said, "We have your son down for our school and we keep trying to contact you but haven't been successful." I stood, still confused and asked, "What school was it again?" She answered with it's name but it wasn't our son's. "Oh no, he doesn't go there! I think the system may have given you the wrong information because he has gone to a different school since kindergarten." Now it was the woman who looked confused. She apologized and said that it would be corrected in the database.
Many of the schools have year-round schedules in North Carolina so this woman must have been worried that Christian hadn't been attending her school for however long. I'm sure by the looks of her when I opened the door she probably wanted to fall over and pass out when she saw our house to begin with. I had images of her running back to her car to call her officials and scream, "This house is wild and the kids are bouncing around everywhere and they aren't even going to school!"
It ended up working out and she was actually a really nice woman. We talked for a little bit and even had a laugh or two.
I apologized one last time for the wild house but she didn't seem to mind. She left and I took the younger two up to play with their mermaid and Spider-Man in the bathtub while the older two stayed on the computer and the cat took a nap.
I know it's hard to get the house clean on a good day, but who in the world would expect a Social Worker to knock on your front door unannounced? Friends and family are one thing, but they already know what to expect.
Maybe from now on I'll try to wake up and start the day by cleaning the house and being dressed and ready just in case the doorbell rings again and..oh no wait...never mind. Our three year old little girl just ran by with a baby doll dress in one hand and a brush in the other whispering, "Here Kitty, Kitty!"
Maybe I'll clean tomorrow.