Around Midnight last night we were awoken by lots of loud sirens and some comotion in front of our house.
It seems a young man stole a car, raced it up the hill to where we live, and then crashed. The police were in hot pursuit so when he crashed he ran and hid. In our neighborhood.
The police have been parked in front of our house all night, with their high beams on, peering through the fog for this guy. Of course they chose to park right in front of the kids bedrooms and kept them up all night talking on their radios to each other. (I realize this is not their fault)
Dawn is breaking through and it is still really foggy. We still have a police car parked out front, but no sign of the car thief.
The kids don't want to go out front to get into the car for school for fear a wild man will jump out at them.
I just remembered my Suburban is parked out front and I didn't lock it last night. Hopefully, I won't find a sleeping car thief in their when we open the doors.
Perhaps I will allow our friendly policeman to open the door first.
I'll let you all know when our neighborhood gets back to "normal".
Update: After we left for school the police came into our back yard and searched it for their suspect. My neighbor told me it was very exciting as the four policeman had their hands on their weapons ready to draw if needed. I am sure my boys will be so upset they missed that.
When we drove out of our street their were no less than ten police cars in our little community standing guard and a half a dozen officers on foot going from house to house with dogs.
I must admit the police were very thorough.
Unfortunately, their car thief seems to have slipped through their fingers. After searching all the homes he was no where in sight.
The police have left and the neighborhood still feels a little unsettled. No one is out walking and we all have our doors locked.
I just got home from taking Paige to her four year well check (where the word Autism was again thrown out their by the doctor over and over, more on that later). She was very brave when she had to get a couple of shots, but was not happy at all with their ugly bandaids. What, no Spondge Bob or Disney Princess? Poor child had to make do with an ugly brown band aide.
So, after the car thief and the ugly brown band aide ordeals I am ready for a little nap. Unfortunately, the laundry is calling my name. Dang it!