My cold, which I thought I licked has come back full force and is now in my chest. So, I was trying to get some extra sleep this morning. Getting in the way of this was Alyson who kept scratching the doors to Anna's room and the hall way, so I had to get up twice to run her off, Anna screaming because she needed to go potty, and then the doorbell ringing at 7:15.
I thought it was the kid from across the street with her dog, and I could ignore it. Nope, the bell was run again and then knocking was coming through the monitor. The word "crap" went through my head, and then I got up, looked through the blinds see the boyfriend of one of the neighbors kids and a cop behind him. I open the door, in my night gown, and with my hair probably every which-a-way, and find out that the kid ran into the mailbox. So, let me go put on a robe and some slippers, y'all come in I'll be right back. I think it's safe to say there will be no going back to sleep now. This is the mailbox Pete built for me for Christmas 3 years ago, it's made out of cedar and the materials were very expensive. The only part that is still standing is the base, and I remember how deep he put that in, so it's not going anyplace soon.
I guess the good news is that the kid called the police and came to tell me, he didn't drive off like the people who did that to my sister's. But you gotta know, he wanted to get home before his mother noticed he hadn't come home last night.