Here's my overly dramatic rendition of what was probably just someone mistaking our house for someone else's house and how much it freaked me out:
|And of course, when I look out the window I|
see this... and can't see the front
Our door has a window on it, with slightly blurred glass, so I knew that the person standing out in the dark could clearly see me in the lighted room, in my oversized pink Winnie the Pooh sleep shirt, while all I could see was distorted dark blurriness. My phone must have been right next to me because I grabbed it and ran over behind a little wall in the dining room, next to the security panel and called Paul.
And then, as the thundering on the front door continued and I debated hitting the police button on the box next to me, I heard Paul's phone ring on the mantle in the living room. Seriously! I thought, with annoyance mixing with the adrenalin rush that had been brought on by the loud startling pounding.
I was actually rather surprised that the alarm hadn't gone off, since it was set to doors and windows and had gone off yesterday morning from the girls racing back and forth across the living room when it was still set... and the pounding on the door was of a rather fierce variety.
I'll admit that the only thing that stopped me from calling the police at that point was the knowledge that an ear splitting siren would sound if the door so much as opened a crack.
The pounding stopped and I crept over and peeked out a side window. I couldn't see a car or a person. I called my parents as I walked around looking out windows and then checking on each of the babies, finding Mae Bae asleep clutching a little pink bunny sweetly in her hand. I promised them that I would call 911 if the person started pounding again. I fired off an email to Paul and then glared at the computer, knowing he wasn't online and was reading books, which wouldn't let him know that he had a little message in his facebook email box. Then I posted a message on his wall asking anyone who noticed it and saw him in the library to have him check his email, while trying not to sound like a panicked wife who was debating calling the police.
All the while my fears were of course running wild with thoughts like: "What if it wasn't the girls who set off the alarm this morning? What if someone broke one of the basement windows open and that set off the alarm and I just turned it off and reset it and now the doors and windows sensor won't pick up a change and someone's in the basement right now?!?!?" I crept downstairs and peeked my head in each door in the basement to check the windows, phone tightly in my hand.
|Our Mom totally has an overactive imagination...|
So that by the end of it I was wishing that I had a gun safe and had taken those conceal and carry courses that are offered in our area on Groupon pretty much every other week.
And yes, I apparently have a fanciful imagination that runs wild when the whole thing was likely just someone getting an address wrong and banging on the wrong door of the wrong house during a snow storm.
I have never been so thankful for that alarm system though. I'm sold on the idea of having one now, wherever we live.
Maybe I need a sign next to the alarm sign that says: "If you bang on this door late at night I won't be opening it... I'll be calling the police..." or something like that. I don't know... What would you have done?