Cops and Robbers

I'm getting ready to dive into the dark hole that used to be my kid's bedrooms. They are in serious need of attention. I just don't get it. I think I would look forward to cleaning them more if I didn't know within 24 hours, both will look like I haven't touched them. Sigh.

I mentioned in my last post that someone tried to break into my neighbor's house last week. I'm not sure how the rest of the neighborhood feels, but I have been terrified. And I hate that I am. I know, I know. I need to pray and trust God that we are protected, but honestly, I'm having a hard time accepting that. I have to get a grip.

How about a story ...

Eric knew he would be going out of town for a few days after we got the news about the attempted break-in. So, he took some precautions. I'll leave off most of the details. Let's just say I found myself learning to shoot a gun Friday night. I had never even touched a gun. Picture that.

Okay, moving on...

He also called our local Sheriffs dept. and explained the situation. The deputy asked him what cars should always be in our driveway, so if there was ever any different ones during the night, they would know to be suspicious.

You should keep that last sentence in mind throughout the rest of this post. Because Eric didn't think it was necessary to do that. Not sure why.

We agreed my little brother would stay the week with me to ease my mind a little. Yes, I said 'little brother', but you should know he is 26. See ... that's him on the right. Big brother. Little brother. Makes sense to me.

Not exactly little. I can't help it. It's just how I describe him.

Maybe I won't anymore. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I have gotten very little sleep since last Wednesday. There isn't enough Tylenol PM to ease my anxiety! So, Monday night I was going over all types of scenarios with John Patrick. I planned to sleep with E and he would take my bed. I would take the gun with me. (You have no idea how puzzling that is for me. We are not gun people. It's just unnerving to me). But, I had it.

I finally fell asleep after a long time trying and woke only minutes later to John Patrick standing over me and whispering, "Deidre, give me the gun. Someone is standing in the driveway".

Gun? What gun? In the driveway?

I started to cry. This is it. Jesus, take me home.

My phone started ringing downstairs and I start running around crazily. What on earth is going on? I ran into several rooms, looking for my robe. Why? Because you want to be properly dressed for a burglar. I made a quick note that JP had on his tennis shoes. When did he have time for that?

I cried some more and was sure I had a heart attack. I finally decided to look out the window. I noticed a car with headlights on behind JP's car.

It crossed my mind instantly that the car was probably a Sheriff's deputy and they were suspicious of JP's car.

It was at this moment I broke up with Eric. Possibly for good this time.

I turned on the porch light to see if he would get out of his car. He did. He walked towards the house as I opened the door. JP and I standing there in our pajamas.

"Good evening, Ma'am. Your husband called and told us to watch your home while he was away (he's saying this as he's looking at JP).

I blurted out, "This is my little brother. That's his car".

He looks at me, looks at JP, looks at me, looks at JP.

I realize how this looks. My 'little' brother (wink wink).

I was mortified.

"Ma'am, if your 'brother' is going to stay every night while your husband is away, you may want to call the office and report his car or this is going to happen every night".

Oh, yes. This is so much fun. Let's do it again!

I shut the door. Wishing I had the gun (that I left upstairs!) so I could shoot one of us. How embarrassing!!!!

I sent a quick text to Eric hitting the keys so hard my phone should have burst into flames. He sent me one back yesterday afternoon telling me he had added JP's car to the list.

We're still not back together. I'm not over it yet.

And I still haven't slept. We are crazy people, I tell you! Crazy people who are armed, but don't have sense enough to atleast pick it up.