Yes, I often wait until the “day of” to come up with a blog post (I always have the intention of doing it sooner, but well… life, y’know). So anyway, I had planned on doing that today too… but then weird-life interrupted. At three this morning the dog woke me barking. She’s done this several times the last week or so (**see later comment). I get up to basically tell her to shut the hell up and … I hear someone playing basketball at the neighbors.
Did I mention it was 3 AM!?!?
I, as quietly as possible, open my front door and peer outside. There’s some blond kid-ish looking person playing basketball between my neighbor’s hoop and the one across the street. I run and wake the hubby and he comes to look and we can’t decide what to do. On the one hand, a kid should not be out of his house at three in the morning for any reason, but on the other… my first thought was if we talk to him he might mess with our cars (yeah, I tend to over-react as you know). The hubby (who’s clearly been with me too long) is thinking that it could be a ploy to draw someone out of the house to then rob him. (Like I said, he’s been subjected to me for too long)
We dithered so long the kid was gone. No harm no foul that we can do anything about.
The hubby heads back to bed but I am wound up tight and go watch TV. By my third DVR’d show I am sleepy and it’s just after five so I am ready to head to bed and I hear the same noise. Yep, the kid is back at it. Still thinking the nefarious thoughts, I call the non-emergency police number (which I sadly have on hand for numerous reasons) and tell them about the kid. It takes them fifteen minutes, but they do show up, and he’s still at it. I see them talking to the kid so I run to my room to put on a bra incase they need a statement from me (women understand this). By the time I get back to the door, I see the police cruiser driving off. WFT!!! ( ← and you could tell I was tired yesterday—double WTF) Did they simply tell him to go home? It’s a kid. Out by himself. In the dark of the morning.
I didn’t recognize him and am not about to go door to door to see which of my neighbors have a blond kid who may or may not have a tendency to slip out in the middle of the night. But damn that was annoying and ever so slightly anticlimactic! Now, I am wondering **if he does this often as the dog has woken me up almost every night going on a week now.
Next time, if there is a next time, I will just go yell and the little dude to get home and see what happens. If I just happen to have the hubby’s gun at the ready, no one needs to know that, right.