Dear Mr. Cox Communications,

I thought I would write and apologize for the debacle at my house yesterday afternoon. You see, when you rang the doorbell at 4:30 p.m., my 4 year old had already been asking when his dad was going to be home for two hours. So, when you rang he was convinced that it must be his daddy arriving home. The temper tantrum that you heard from the outside was merely because he hasn't learned how to unlock the door at our house yet. The ensuing meltdown when he realized you weren't his dad really took the cake though. I appreciate that you tried to tell me all about your service packages while my 4 year old was writhing on the front porch and screaming loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

Whilst the screaming ensued, my 2 year old ran out the door completely naked. You were absolutely unfazed by her bizarre behavior that included a potty dance and her repeated requests to take her to the bathroom. And still you continued to tell me about the services your company offers.

I'm really sorry that I pretty much had to take your brochures and slam the door in your face to deal with my monsters, I mean, children. Really, your professionalism is to be commended.

Additionally, I would like to apologize for my personal appearance. No, I don't always hang around my house in cut off sweats and a ratty tshirt. I was merely spending the afternoon unpacking boxes and cleaning to get ready for company. I realize you will not be nominating me for mother of the year or Miss America anytime soon.

Sincerely,
Occasionally frazzled stay at home mom of 2