My doorbell buzzed while I was having a serious phone conversation with my sister and my baby was playing on the ground after winning a mini war over whether he should have an afternoon sleep (one in which he won in the short term because I, exasperated, lifted him out of his cot; and I won in the long term because he was so shitty 90 minutes later practically begging to go to asleep like I told him would happen). Our intercom has a little camera in it so we can see who is downstairs before we unlock the door, a concession not to the fanciness of the residents but to the general vibe of the area. An older man stared back at me, I detected some crankiness and a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
In which I am scared, and then I am not
In which I am scared, and then I am not
In which I am scared, and then I am not
My doorbell buzzed while I was having a serious phone conversation with my sister and my baby was playing on the ground after winning a mini war over whether he should have an afternoon sleep (one in which he won in the short term because I, exasperated, lifted him out of his cot; and I won in the long term because he was so shitty 90 minutes later practically begging to go to asleep like I told him would happen). Our intercom has a little camera in it so we can see who is downstairs before we unlock the door, a concession not to the fanciness of the residents but to the general vibe of the area. An older man stared back at me, I detected some crankiness and a knot of dread formed in my stomach.