Last night was my first attempt at taking bottles away. The boys are plenty old enough to not need them. It’s a complete comfort thing for them (and me), and it’s getting annoying and messy. Milk gets spilt all over the house and in their beds. Bottles are found with cottage cheese in them in the car, diaper bag and underneath the stroller. I’m sick of washing them, finding them and running out of them. It’s been such a piece of cake to give them a bottle at nap or bedtime and lay them down. They usually just go right to sleep. They still wake up in the middle of the night and want one too. If you’ve seen my boys, or better yet, tried to carry one around, you would know, they don’t need the extra calories.
Well, since Chadley wasn’t home yet, I figured I would start them off with a sippy cup of water before bed and they only screamed for a few minutes. They both woke up around 2am, and I unfortunately forgot about the new no bottle rule. I gave them a bottle and they went right to sleep. Oops. So today, we are collecting all the mystery milk bottles and I’m going to just get rid of them. Out of site, out of mind. I wish it was that easy. I just put them down for a morning nap and they are pretty pissed off. There might actually be holes in the sheet rock. Those tiny little fists are powerful. Wish us luck!
Here’s a little story of what happened yesterday afternoon.
The girls were still at school and I had just put the boys down for a nap (with a bottle 😉). I heard the dog barking, which is a sign that someone is here. I saw an unfamiliar blue car parked by the garage. Instead of having this person knock and wake up the boys, I greeted him in the garage. The doors were wide open, so it was obvious someone was home. He introduced himself and had some folders and such with him. He said “do you have a moment to talk about cancer?”
Sure! I thought maybe he was with a research program or something asking for donations. I was willing to hear him out because, well, fuck cancer.
His little speech was supposed to take 5-7 minutes. It was all about statistics of how many people will get cancer or have a heart attack and so on and so on. About 1/2 way through I was realizing he was trying to sell me something, but so far no mention of what that was.
After a bit I realized it was for supplemental insurance. Catastrophic insurance. Sort of like Aflac, where they pay you if you get in an accident.
We had an insurance like this once and didn’t really like the plan, so after a couple years we dropped it. We have always talked about getting something else, so I was actually interested in what this guy had to say.
His delivery of his information started out ok and made sense. The next part is where he lost me. He closed his folder and started to say “if you’d like our insurance we need a yes or no answer today. None of this maybe, I’ll talk to my husband stuff. Time is valuable. I don’t want to go through my demo with you unless you’re going to say yes”
Ummmm…..huh? Now, he said all this shit without me even mentioning my husband. He also said it only takes about 3 minutes to go through the brochure info, which has the rates (which he kept stating were very low, but would not give me numbers). This 5-7 minute speech has already taken 20 minutes. I went from, let’s take a look to, get the F out. Being the person that I am, I was still kind and understanding of his techniques as a sales man.
I looked at the guy with scrunched eyebrows and turned my head sideways. The standard look for questioning someone if they are ok in the head,without actually asking.
I told him that I don’t ever make these kinds of decisions without my husband, but I grabbed a pen and paper and let him know I’d like the rates so we can discuss it.
Nope. Not going to happen. Now he wants my husband present to go through the rates so he can relay the information so I don’t screw up the delivery on it.
“Yeah, so my husband is a busy man. He’s not one to sit down and have these meetings. Thanks though.”
I stood up and started walking towards the door. This guy didn’t stand up. He sat there. He kept telling me that waiting is a bad choice. I’m more likely to get cancer between now and me discussing this with my husband. Maybe, but I still won’t make any decisions to spend money on insurance from a company I’ve never heard of before with rates you won’t even tell me.
At this point I’m super annoyed and want him gone. I say “this doesn’t sound like it’s for us, thank you, have a good day”. He gives me his card and a few more lines of bullshit to buy his product. He wants my info to call me in a few days after I talk to my husband. “How about I call you if I ever talk to my husband.”
He walks through the garage and back to his car. I go inside, shut the door and am thankful that is over. I understand he is just doing his job and trying to make a living. He just went about it all wrong.
The windows are open so I hear someone walking enough the rocks outside again. Shortly after, there’s a knock at the door. It’s the guy again. He never left. He’s back for more. I feel like I’m in a foreign 3rd world country making a deal at a little shop for some knick knacks I don’t want to pay full price for. He pulled the classic, walk away, and they will beg you to come back move.
“Let’s talk about this. I just don’t feel right leaving here without you knowing more information. Would you feel better if I went over the brochure with you and we could get your husband on the phone?”
“No, I’m no longer interested”
As I was about to close the door and he walked away, he came back in the garage.
“You have my card, please do me a favor and refer me to your friends and family. Let them know…”
I cut him off. I just said “ok, bye now”
He went back to his car and sat there. It was probably another 10 minutes. Just as I was about to call someone to get him out of here, the Schwans man pulled up and the guy finally left. I made the Schwans man hang out with me for a bit to make sure the guy was long gone. I googled his information and it was an actual company, but it was a direct sales company. They don’t do advertising. It’s 100% commission. Nothing wrong with direct sales. His method just sucked. I wish him all the best, but if he comes back here, I’m going to release the chickens on him. Those bastards will scare anyone away.