After Harrison was woken prematurely from a nap for the THIRD WEEK DAY IN A ROW, I resorted to drastic measures past the typical “No Solicitations” sign:
(yes, your third grader has better penmenship than I do. I accept defeat.)
It’s not the doorbell that wakes him. It’s Tuck going batshitcrazy at the human who dares threaten her home & boy via innocent knock. So although I considered simply disconnecting the doorbell, it wouldn’t stop the insanity in case the solicitors knocked. & after ADT (the security company, the irony of it all) attempted to sell their wares on our front porch for the second time in under 5 days, Tuck nearly launched herself through the glass in the door. Because they rang the doorbell. Twice. & when I didn’t answer, they knocked. & Tuck was 3.2 seconds away from giving herself an aneurysm from barking.
My note is rude, yes. Because even though they have the dissapointment of lacking sales, I’m left juggling a sobbing, cranky, exhausted 4-week old. & in my opinion, that injustice denies the need for polite society.
