Uhhhh....
So last night at around 4:30 am, my cell phone rang. It was the police. My cell phone was, at that moment, in the possession of my oldest step daugher who had lost her cell phone that evening while at dinner with her boyfriend. She had called the police to report it possibly stolen, and they had been calling back and forth to get more information at a ridiculously late hour. I told Audrey to take my phone with her when she went to bed so that it wouldn't wake me up if she got a call about it in the middle of the night.
She got a call from the police, but it wasn't about the lost cell phone.
When she answered, some lady was saying, "Krista, don't panic. Are you alone in the house?" Audrey, ever unflappable, got irritated trying to explain that she wasn't me, and that no, she wasn't alone in the house, while eventually learning that there were about six cop cars outside and the police wanted permission to enter. She went downstairs and let them in.
So after sleeping through all of this, I awake to Audrey in my bedroom informing Mike and me that there are a bunch of cops downstairs who need to talk to us. What a way to wake up.
We go downstairs and the cops inform us that they have reason to believe that there might be fugitives hiding in our house. Apparently they broke into a house several blocks north of where we live, beat the occupants up with a baseball bat, robbed them, and escaped in a van. The cops chased them, lost them in our neighboorhood, but their abandoned car was parked behind our row of townhomes, and a trail of dropped stolen goods and alcohol led directly to our back glass sliding door. Which, incidentally, has a broken lock, and nobody bothered to put the stick in the runner.
So Mike grabbed Morganne, and I grabbed the baby. Fortunately, Michael and Cc are at their mom's house at the moment. So the rest of us got to stand out in the street in pajamas and bare feet with several police officers in the middle of the night while several other police officers searched our home with guns drawn.
Mike asked if they were sure the vehicle in back belonged to the criminals. The cops said yes, because the bloody bat and the stolen merchandise were still inside.
For a while after that, the words "bloody bat" kept echoing in my head.
Eventually the cops came out of the house, declaring it safe. They concluded that the criminals didn't actually enter the house, but hid in our back patio area until they saw a chance to escape. Which they did. Escape, that is.
So the cops told us to go back inside and go to bed and get some sleep.
Yeah right.
Eventually I did fall asleep. I dreamed about bloody baseball bats. Mike reached out to touch me at one point and I nearly jumped out of my skin waking up.
This morning once the sun was up, Mike went outside and found a boot print in the mud by our fence, and called the police to let them know about it.
I'm going to go have lunch with my mom and try to chill the hell out now.
She got a call from the police, but it wasn't about the lost cell phone.
When she answered, some lady was saying, "Krista, don't panic. Are you alone in the house?" Audrey, ever unflappable, got irritated trying to explain that she wasn't me, and that no, she wasn't alone in the house, while eventually learning that there were about six cop cars outside and the police wanted permission to enter. She went downstairs and let them in.
So after sleeping through all of this, I awake to Audrey in my bedroom informing Mike and me that there are a bunch of cops downstairs who need to talk to us. What a way to wake up.
We go downstairs and the cops inform us that they have reason to believe that there might be fugitives hiding in our house. Apparently they broke into a house several blocks north of where we live, beat the occupants up with a baseball bat, robbed them, and escaped in a van. The cops chased them, lost them in our neighboorhood, but their abandoned car was parked behind our row of townhomes, and a trail of dropped stolen goods and alcohol led directly to our back glass sliding door. Which, incidentally, has a broken lock, and nobody bothered to put the stick in the runner.
So Mike grabbed Morganne, and I grabbed the baby. Fortunately, Michael and Cc are at their mom's house at the moment. So the rest of us got to stand out in the street in pajamas and bare feet with several police officers in the middle of the night while several other police officers searched our home with guns drawn.
Mike asked if they were sure the vehicle in back belonged to the criminals. The cops said yes, because the bloody bat and the stolen merchandise were still inside.
For a while after that, the words "bloody bat" kept echoing in my head.
Eventually the cops came out of the house, declaring it safe. They concluded that the criminals didn't actually enter the house, but hid in our back patio area until they saw a chance to escape. Which they did. Escape, that is.
So the cops told us to go back inside and go to bed and get some sleep.
Yeah right.
Eventually I did fall asleep. I dreamed about bloody baseball bats. Mike reached out to touch me at one point and I nearly jumped out of my skin waking up.
This morning once the sun was up, Mike went outside and found a boot print in the mud by our fence, and called the police to let them know about it.
I'm going to go have lunch with my mom and try to chill the hell out now.