The other night while I was up cuddling with my new little bundle of joy, with my hubby softly snoring beside me, I heard what I believed to be illegal activity going on in our neighborhood. I snapped quickly from my drowsy state into wide-eyed alertness, wondering if I should be calling the police to report these shenanigans.
In my sleep-deprived state, it sounded distinctly like there were drag races going on outside on our street. I was sure of it.
I listened for a bit, not knowing exactly what to do. But my sleep-deprived body took over, and the next thing I knew I was waking up to silence. I knew I had to tell my husband in the morning, and he would help me decide what to do if it happened again.
A few nights later, my sweet hubby was up, changing a diaper, and he heard it, too. He went to investigate (by looking out a window, go figure) to find the culprit:
Yes, our milk delivery truck sounds like a hot rod.
And apparently they deliver our milk at 2:00 a.m. Ugh.
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:) HA HA HA!!! :) Thanks for this laugh!! I really needed this!!
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Whose to say they're still not partaking in drag races and other illegal activity? I hear milk men are quite the rowdy crowd... :)
Kelly~ John recounted this tale this morning in the breakroom to our staff. We all had a good laugh. He sent me your blog to read. Oh... I remember those sleep-deprived late nights all too well. LOVE your photo of the kids with drooling Adam. So precious! ~Peggy Z
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