Scary Night

Finding a house has been put on hold for another week, as the husband is much too busy at work, he tells me, to do any house hunting.

My patience with his procrastination just ran out, though. The police just left. Someone tried to break into our house.

The baby woke up just as I was heading to bed. Naturally she was wide awake and wanted to play. So, holding her in my arms in the vain hope that she would get so comfy she'd start feeling tired again, I headed to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

I was standing by the fridge, looking right at the kitchen door when the handle started to turn and someone pushed inward very gently until the lock stopped the knob from turning anymore.

My heart about stopped. I have never grabbed a phone faster in my life. Thank goodness for 911 because I was too frightened to remember anything more complicated right then.

The dispatcher stayed on the line with me until the police got there. Two cars, which I found very comforting. Thank goodness for dedicated police officers, too. While I know where the husband's gun is and I know how to shoot, I don't ever want to have to defend myself. Hitting a target at a gun range is a far cry from dealing with, say, a home invasion.

I feel reasonably safe now. I would think seeing the police there would scare any would-be burglar/attacker away. I think I'll sleep with the bedroom light on, though, and the living room, kitchen and dining room lights, too. Just to be on the safe side.

I do think that when the husband hears about this, during tomorrow's morning phone call, that it just might light a fire under him about getting us all reunited.

I want my husband home.