So many things to write about before I kick off the next week. It was hard to decide but ultimately, I knew what I would have to write about. As I sorted through a few thoughts in my head, I kept thinking about the rant I was going to go on. Luckily, I waited and wrote more about the story than the emotions. And I did break the 5 minute rule again.
I’m usually pretty careful about how much I list publicly. Even on my Facebook profile where I try to restrict it to friends that I personally know, I generally don’t say things like “Sean is out of town again.” It’s just rule I learned a long time ago when it comes to privacy.
The truth is that Sean has been traveling a lot and probably will continue to do so until we sell our house and finally move. I’ve got used to it. It’s become my new norml and EVan and I kind of have our own thing going on.
Years ago, I would have been terrified when Sean was out of town. I would have tossed and turned until the wee hours of the morning with the TV blasting. Now, for some odd reason, as a mom, I don’t feel that way anymore. Maybe it’s because I know I have to be in charge. I have another person that I have to protect. So I guess I’m feeling pretty brave.
Good thing, too.
Last Thursday, I went to sleep with Evan in the bed beside me. I was exhausted after hosting a dance party (watch for review next week) and feel into a deep sleep. I was right smack in the middle of a dream when I awoke very suddenly. I heard a noise so loud, I though there was a gunshot in my backyard.
I looked over at Evan. He was still sound asleep. My dog was quiet as usual. Had I dreamt it? I made sure the alarm was still on. I got out of bed and scanned the backyard from my 2nd story bedroom window. It was light out there from the porch light. I could see the whole deck. I wonder if the gate had blown closed.
When I saw nothing, I assumed I imagined it and tried to go back to sleep. It was 5:45am. I fell back asleep by 6:15 and woke up around 8am. I took the dog out around 9am and noticed some broken pottery on the deck. I was confused. It took me a few minutes to make the connection and put it all together.
At 5:45am, someone grabbed a pottery planter from my neighbor’s backyard. They walk up onto my deck and presumably saw our iMac sitting on the kitchen desk. This person smashed the pottery against the glass door in an attempt to break the glass and come in.
The alarm would have gone off but he still might have made off. However, his ridiculous little plan failed. There was no break-in.
People asked me if I was scared or if I am scared. Maybe a little. But more than that, I’m pissed off. This is MY house. I have the right to feel safe in my own home. I have the right to sleep without worries. I have to right to privacy in my own home. And I have a responsibility to protect my son.
After spending the morning with a very nice police officer and escorting CSI to the scene of the crime, we went about our day as usual.
But the 6′ tall, thin, 19 year old black male suspect (because yes, he’s so bright he’s been seen and yet keeps attempting the same crime) should know one thing. If he comes back, I’m not playing.