Of Course

Of course I would be without a R when what happened last night happened. (R is in Utah for ONE night, just one.) So there we were, me and Camille, talking. It's about 10:30 at night, and there's a storm brewing outside, and Miles's toys are scattered about in the backyard, and we hear something banging. It doesn't sound like toys, or wind, it sounds like a person. A person banging on the glass door right next to where we are talking.

So we both jump up and I do something I've never had occasion to do before: call 911. Camille saw me through my first time and it wasn't so bad. I was mostly surprised by how long I was on hold. On hold for 911! Seriously? I was waiting for about a minute to a minute and half. What if we needed an ambulance? Yikes. Regardless, I spoke to the nice man, gave him my address and name and an officer showed up within 10 minutes to check it out. It turns out that it was nothing other than wind, or perhaps the stupid bush outside the master bedroom door. I personally think it really was a person, but perhaps a neighbor out in their backyard or something?

I was scolded for a few things like not locking our gate, and not having motion sensors for the lights in the back. He also said to get better locks on the sliding glass doors. Seeing as we have freaking 3 sets of doors (I'm not a big fan, particularly for the safety reason), I will take his advice to heart.

After all this I proceeded to not calm down enough to fall asleep for another 4 hours. Around 2:30am or so I finally went to bed. With a light on. I'm such a baby! And yet I'm having a baby. I wonder if my children would question my abilities if they could read and comprehend what I write here on my blog sometimes...