tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post5532303168144535643..comments2024-01-18T01:46:52.902-08:00Comments on Serene is my name, Not my life!: Perfection is overrated, and the Entitlement TrapSerene is my name, not my life!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02181359150279923307noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-16281910442366262412011-08-23T09:22:11.691-07:002011-08-23T09:22:11.691-07:00Hey look, I am in my late 40s and still kind of fr...Hey look, I am in my late 40s and still kind of freak out when someone knocks at the door. It's not Cheerios and juice for me, but sweaty boy socks and long boards laying about! We are all on the same train, sister!Kazzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04411131948607000725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-11466934870511078222011-08-22T12:29:29.118-07:002011-08-22T12:29:29.118-07:00I'm with Cherie. I don't answer the door a...I'm with Cherie. I don't answer the door and my kids know they can't unless I'm ready to see someone. <br /><br />I went to several of the Eyre's classes at BYU Education Week last week! Funny couple that has lots of ideas.Valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14796161900653422174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-50648712430351339832011-08-22T12:18:47.232-07:002011-08-22T12:18:47.232-07:00I'm with Marcie on the door-opening thing. It...I'm with Marcie on the door-opening thing. It's hard to skip opening the door when you have a dog barking and several little kids clamoring at the windows looking out to see who is there.JennaKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10724959154514125980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-128022864862820362011-08-22T11:05:48.496-07:002011-08-22T11:05:48.496-07:00Haha I think the best part is when you realized yo...Haha I think the best part is when you realized your bra was on the couch for all the world to see haha that made my day :)Angel Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18124503907447869297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-18162151016291109082011-08-22T10:41:13.179-07:002011-08-22T10:41:13.179-07:00You're not alone. We don't have any kids, ...You're not alone. We don't have any kids, but the first thing I do when I get home from work is change into pj's. My husband takes off his (coughs) dress pants. <br />You should see him rush around when someone knocks on the door! Or ask why there's a pile of pants accumulating in the dining room!<br />All I have to do is grab the closest blanket and wrap it around myself to make myself decent.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-63252548942113442702011-08-22T08:44:47.486-07:002011-08-22T08:44:47.486-07:00Actually, I read your blog because it is laugh-out...Actually, I read your blog because it is laugh-out-loud funny.<br /><br />Having said that, when I'm not ready for company (especially when its someone selling something, which I do not enjoy), I just don't answer the door. That is one of the boons of the empty nest...no kids to give you away!<br /><br />;)Susan Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-49754470813954057092011-08-22T08:33:03.720-07:002011-08-22T08:33:03.720-07:00oh, and I would totally pretend I'm not home b...oh, and I would totally pretend I'm not home but the loud kids trying to pry open the door give away my dirty little secret...marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13796206655516181238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-30217340365284634662011-08-22T08:31:14.261-07:002011-08-22T08:31:14.261-07:00Amy that's a good philosophy. Correction seren...Amy that's a good philosophy. Correction serene: I read your blog because it makes me laugh out loud-every time. Formal dress tucked into sweat pants! (actually laughing in real time..) And because you keep it real!marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13796206655516181238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-89491382127042401572011-08-22T08:30:34.859-07:002011-08-22T08:30:34.859-07:00OK I laughed and laughed at the comment because re...OK I laughed and laughed at the comment because really, hasn't that happened to all of us.<br /><br />About 10 years ago I got smart and just stopped answering the door. I mean if I was not prepared for the day to see someone, and they had not called ahead I am not obligated to open the door. I will tell you in all seriousness I have NOT opened the door many many times now. People come back...they do!<br /><br />I have been waiting for this book to come out - It will be good!CBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16911579093553356167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411626042871756090.post-82236561319573287832011-08-22T08:16:00.905-07:002011-08-22T08:16:00.905-07:00I grew up with a motehr who actually made us prete...I grew up with a motehr who actually made us pretend we weren't home if the doorbell rang and the house was too messy! My husband shared her fear-of-being-caught-messy until I explained my philosophy to him. "If people don't want to be our friends because our house was not perfect when they showed up unexpectedly, then they don't deserve to be our friends." We agreed that when we invited someone the house should be clean and he hasn't had a freak out in about 6 years!Amyhttp://howtobesuperwoman.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com