I put A down for his afternoon nap and was checking my email when the doorbell rang. Big paranoid freak that I (thankfully) am, I didn't answer the door. The bell rang again. And again. At this point my "mama bear" instinct told me something was weird...that feeling you get where it's hard to breathe right and your hair feels prickly on your neck. I ran into our bedroom and grabbed the phone, then looked out the window. There was a guy in the driveway talking to someone. I figured they were selling junk or spreading the word of Jehovah and were on their way to the next house....but something still felt weird. I tried to calm myself- it's Tuesday, 2pm, sunny, we're in suburbia. You're paranoid! Burglars come at night dressed in black. Burglars hit the scary neighborhoods or the super fancy ones. Not here, not us, not now.
A few seconds later, the doorbell rang again. And again. Now my heart was beating so hard I heard it in my ears, clearly something was wrong here. I started toward Anderson's room. Then I heard a pounding sound come from the door, and with an awful sick feeling in my stomach, watched the door start to jiggle in the frame. Scared doesn't even begin to describe how I felt right then. I yelled as fiercely as I could muster that they better get the #@$* away from my house. Cowardly losers that they are, they ran. Jumped in their car and drove off so fast I couldn't get the plate number from our second story window, but I did get a great description of the wannabe burglars and their getaway car.
Cops came, J came home, I cried and cried and cried, alerted the neighbors, got on the phone with security companies. And started with the "what ifs". What if they'd gotten in. What if they'd hurt my sweet boy. What if we HADN'T been here and they'd destroyed our home. Home is where you feel safe, your shelter. To have someone even TRY to invade that....well, it makes me feel very sick and very afraid.
The security system will be installed tomorrow. I'll be even MORE hyper-vigilant going forward. So to my friends and family, be careful. It's one of those "happens to someone else" type things.....until it's you. Your house. Lock your doors, set your alarms, keep your guard up.
I'm exhausted, but wanted to get the details out for my own record and in hopes that it will cause ONE of you to be a little more careful and avoid an even worse outcome. Things could have been so much worse. Thank GOD they weren't.