Home Invasion....

So if I could start today over, I would have done things a little differently.  But I cant.  So now that it's almost over I just wish I would have thought to take a picture for this post.

I had a coupon to Sally's that was going to expire so I wanted to use it.  I have a Sally's less than a mile from my house.  So instead of hauling all of my kids with me, I decided to leave them home in the care of my daughter Alyssa.  (Now before you call DCFS on me, my sister in law Michele was 5 houses away working in her yard.)

So I went to Sally's with Adrienne (who also wanted to take advantage of the coupon...I mean really who can pass up an extra 20% off.)  We left our kids to finish coloring get well pictures for the neighbor next door, and also the pictures for their old preschool teacher.  They went across the street to deliver them while we were gone.

When the kids got back from delivering the pictures they noticed the front door was open.  Immediately Alyssa and her friend Lexi got nervous.  Well Brock decided to chime in that he saw a man in his room.  (Now keep in mind he saw the man through the window of the second story.)  So the kids go running to Michele's house in tears that someone is in our house.  Alyssa calls me while she's at Michele's house and tells me Michele is on the phone with 911.  I panic and ask "WHO'S HURT!!!"  and she said nobody, but there is a man in our house.  So I start panicking and I am literally within feet of our street but I have to wait at a stoplight that is NEVER TURNING GREEN.  I pass my house and see my kids, every neighbor kid, and Michele at the corner.  So I drive up to see what is really going on.

Meanwhile literally 12 cop cars (my two neighbors counted and told me) start arriving one after another.  I swear they just kept coming.  We weren't supposed to go near the house until they had gone through it.  So we stayed by the corner.  Now at the same time the million cops are arriving so are ALL of my neighbors...they happen to drive up to me with their windows down wanting to know what is going on.  I want to slit my wrists and climb in a hole because I am mortified at what is going on.

The head police officer starts asking me questions while he's writing everything on the little note pad.  (I feel like a criminal, or just a really crappy parent.)  So they checked out the house and everything was fine.

I went in to make sure everything looked normal...and it did (I should have lied now that I think of it....uhh officer, there was 2 loads of laundry just dumped on my floor...I swear the kids beds were made when I left and the dishes were done...this is just weird.)  But no I claimed everything was normal.  Why didn't I lie when my house looked like a bomb went off?  I swear it's never this messy, but my friend was in town and we were too busy chatting...and saving 20% to clean up the mess.

Anyway the officer starts asking Brock what the "MAN" looked like.  Well Brock goes in to full detail stating that the "MAN" was wearing a black shirt with like, gray sleeves, and then he was wearing blue jeans....hmmm the funny part about this, is there is NO POSSIBLE way he could have seen the man's pants.  So I roll my eyes at the 8 officers who have now gathered around me...I can't believe this is really happening....oh wait yes I can.  So the officers all told me it is better to be safe than sorry and if I need anything to go ahead and call.  (This whole process is over an hour long by the way, so my few paragraphs don't do it justice.)  Meanwhile every TOM DICK AND HARRY is calling my cell phone to find out what is going on.

So after everyone is gone, I am talking to my kids and Brock says "Mom, it maybe could have been my imagination."  WHAT THE CRAP!!!!!  He waits until I've been humiliated by the neighborhood, every cop within a 20 mile radius has made their way to my house and then he breaks the news?  Seriously????   

How was your day???  Do I win parent of the year?