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Door to Door Delivery

I have a fairly long commute, so I don't usually get home until late in the evening. This means that my car is now a good friend of mine, but for the purposes of this story, the important part is that I'm just not around when mail gets delivered. The result of that is pretty darn funny, I have to say.

Remember, my house transforms into a daycare during the day. That means you cannot leave packages or mail just lying around. If you were to make that mistake, the toddlers who run around would quickly teach you the error of your ways. Heck, you can't even guarantee that placing those items up high is a good solution; we've got some climbers. Really, the only good solution to this is to put all the mail behind a closed door. So long as you make sure that the door is good and closed, the mail isn't going anywhere.

Well, okay, you want to put the mail in a locked room. The whole reason why any particular room would be locked would be that you wouldn't want kids getting in there. Also, there are multiple kids who can potentially run into your suddenly-unprotected room. Even if you were to try to take your chances, you'd need one hand for any mail, so you'd inherently be at a disadvantage. Trying to bar three toddlers from entering a room with only one hand, while simultaneously trying to put something away with your other hand is a challenge. I wouldn't attempt it unless I had no other choice.

Speaking of other choices, one potential option is to simply slide any mail under the door. It's a little unusual, but given the options, it makes some sense. Little kids are incredibly curious, though. If they see you attempting to do this, they will want to play, too. Heck, it looks like fun. So, no adult in my house has ever actually slid mail under my door. Plenty of two-year-olds have done it, though.

I remember the first time I walked into my room and saw mail strewn about on the floor. It confused the heck out of me, so I asked my mom what had happened there. She replied, "oh that was the kids, they wanted to give you your mail." I chuckled a little bit, picked up my mail off the ground, and quickly forgot about it. The next day, though, I opened the door and spotted more mail again. Again, a chuckle. It cracked me up that my mail was delivered door-to-door via toddler. Heck, I didn't even care that I had to clean up a mini mess for a second day in a row.

If that was it, I would have been amused, but I may not have written about it. The finishing touch, however, came a few weeks back when I was working from home. I had locked myself up in my room, as usual. Sitting in my room avoids having curious toddlers wanting to play with the laptop-shaped toy, so I just get my stuff done there.

Anyhow, I was sitting in my room, when I heard little kids outside my door. They were laughing like mad, and then they slid my mail under the door. I had a good laugh about it, but I turned back to my work. A few minutes later, though, a little hand peeked under the door. Curious, I let the hand do what it wanted to do. With a squeal of laughter, the kid grabbed a piece of mail and then pulled it back to the hallway outside my room. Of course, his twin brother quickly realized what had happened, so he did the exact same thing. This, too, drew a good, hearty laugh from me.

Over the next few minutes, my mail was delivered and then taken away a few times. Ultimately, the mail ended up in the right spot, so I didn't have any objections to this. Still, it was really funny to watch little kids repeatedly deliver my mail and then take it away. Imagine what the package tracking would've looked like if the trips to my door counted: "package delivered, just kidding, package delivered again, too slow, package delivered yet again, nah not really .... okay, fine, you can have it."

Given all of this, I can't wait to get home after work most nights. Sure, there are the usual reasons, but I can't wait to see if I have any mail.
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