Who's that rapping on my napping?

There are few things in life more delightful than an afternoon nap. I had seriously been looking forward to napping this afternoon for the entire week. We had no showings scheduled for the house and I had no school to interfere. Today, I excitedly laid addison down in her bed, plopped down on the couch, and set HGTV on in low volume. I had about 1 hour and 15 minutes until Rileigh was due off the bus. It was the perfect amount of time for a nice nap, but not too much time that I would spend the rest of the day groggy and out of it.

With Color Splash on in the background, I drifted into a wonderful, blissful sleep. About 30 minutes later, I am awoken by a BAM BAM BAM on the door. I jumped straight in the air, my heart racing. Frick! Was there a showing my realtor forgot to tell me about? With my heart in my throat, I frantically toured the house in my head. The house was clean, but not showable clean. My lunch dishes were still in the sink. This was not good. I peeked out the front curtains to see how many people were outside. No cars. I relaxed a little and opened the door to find our 4-year-old neighbor standing outside. I told him we would not be playing and sent him on his merry way. I laid back down, thrilled that was not a showing and even more thrilled that I still had more napping to get in.

Fifteen minutes later, BAM BAM BAM.

I peeked over the edge of the couch towards the front door. I could see the outline of the neighbor boys head through the frosted glass. Screw him. I was not getting up.

BAM, BAM BAAAM.

Seriously, did I not just tell him we were not playing today? And by "we are not playing today" what I meant was, I am not babysitting you as I have done for the last 2 weeks when you ask to come over an play and suddenly end up at my house for the next 4 hours while your parents are doing who-knows-what and never coming to get you and your 4-year-old self and I finally have to send you home because it is time for my kids to go to bed. No, we are not doing that. He moves from banging on the door to tapping on the glass in the door.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The boy kept at it for, I kid you not, a half hour. I am surprised his knuckles were not bloody from his incessant rapping and tapping. Or maybe they were....and that is why he continued knocking...so I could get him a band-aid.

The stubborn streak in me prevented me from getting up, opening the door and telling him to go away. I had already done that once. I figured if I just ignored it, he would eventually go away. I was so very wrong. Next he tried opening the door. Thank goodness it was locked. However, this did not prevent him from trying to jiggle the handle for several minutes. The handle jiggling was followed by him throwing his entire body against my door. The human battering ram would growl as he slammed against my door with all the might a 4-year-old can muster. Between growls he is literally yelling "OPEN THE DOOR. OPEN THE DOOR."

He.

Was.

Relentless.

Finally, after 30 minutes, silence. Sigh. I did a silent victory dance on the couch. I had outlasted him. I laid back down to get in the rest of my nap. But then I hear the screech of brakes outside my house.....which means the bus was home. My nap was officially over.

As soon as Rileigh was through the door, he was back on my porch. OMG, serious? Again, I told him we were not playing. And again he trudged back over to his house.

Oh, and what is that I hear now? Nope, folks, I am not kidding. He is back. A rap, rap, rapping at the door.....