Long story short, I didn't want to be in the house with the kids. So after just getting 2 rain-soaked children from the driveway to the front door, I quickly scooped up the kids and returned to the car. I drove away from the house and parked on the corner of an adjacent street facing our home. I called Chris, who was to leave work just shortly thereafter, and we agreed I should call the police.
Chris arrived first, parked behind my vehicle and joined the kids and me inside the car. One officer arrived, and a couple minutes later so did a second policeman. Oh my gosh. We sat in the car watching these two Sheriff's Deputies enter our home with GUNS! And guess who didn't have her camera??? Can you believe it?! I got one pic with my cell phone, just of the police cruiser, it was too dark and too far away to get a cell pic of them entering our home with weapons. That would have made such a good Christmas card pic, too! *Sigh* Both kids were up past bed times, but thankfully Kyleigh was just mellow and sweet and Josiah was oblivious to the excitement. Did I mention I have the flu or some awful illness and I felt horrendously sick during the whole ordeal? My head is still pounding.
Nothing appeared out of place in the home, nothing seemed missing or damaged. The cops could see what was going on with the deadbolt, as could my hubby, but the damage looks as though it was done from the inside. How bizarre is that? Everything was working just fine when we left the house, so this perplexes me to no end. But since my head is pounding to the point my stomach feels nauseous, I'll contemplate the issue on a deeper level another day. Chris fixed the door and lock tonight, so now I feel safe. Now people will think I'm paranoid, but I say better safe than sorry!
I'm glad all seemed to work out fine. Oh, what a night!



























