Mom calls me this afternoon and she’s pretty shaken up. She starts to tell me this crazy story that I’m gonna share with you.
She’s not been feeling well since last week, so she slept in today and just kinda hung out in bed. You know how you do when you’re sick. Anyway, around 10 or 10:30, she’s lying in bed and the doorbell rings. She just ignores it at first, but it rings again. So she gets up to answer. But as she’s putting on her robe, whoever is at the door starts banging on it. Banging. On her door.
So she hollers out to let whoever it is know that she’s home and she’s coming. As she nears the door, the man behind the cut glass, whose features she can’t really distinguish, hollers back at her, “Is Tim home?” And of course, she hollers back through the glass, that no, Tim is not home, they must have the wrong house. So the man gets back into his black SUV parked IN HER DRIVEWAY and proceeds to leave.
Alarmed, and not quite sure what just happened, other than getting that creepy crawly feeling that something was amiss, she thought enough to write the license plate down, although she didn’t call the police.
Not long after, her next door neighbor comes over to inform her that his house was broken into while he was at the store this morning and the police are there and has she seen anything suspicious?
Oh. Em. Gee.
Why, yes, yes she has. So she speaks with the officer and tells them her tale and gives them the license plate and it turns out that that vehicle was actually already in custody at that very moment, for that very thing. Guess they got caught at some other poor victim’s place.
It gets crazier.
Several months ago, we bought a Groupon for a two night hotel stay near Austin. We have until the end of the year to use it, so shortly after purchasing, we booked it for this week. This trip has been on the calendar for months.
Everything was all lined up for a fun anniversary trip. Just the two of us. Our first trip alone together since our honeymoon five years ago. We are due. And I’m so ready for a break. The plan included my mom coming over here to stay with our kiddos.
And then last week, Marcus got sick. Like flu sick.
And then Saturday, my mom got sick. Like flu sick.
And then Sunday, what looked like a small bite on M’s leg developed into a terrible infection that we thought would end up with him in the hospital on IV antibiotics. Thankfully, it seems to be clearing up with Rx’s and a big ol’ shot in the butt-ocks.
Since we could only cancel the reservation up to 72 hours before the trip, we had to make the call. So Sunday afternoon, during that atrocious Texans game, we called the hotel and cancelled the reservation without any penalty and we are free to rebook it before the end of the year. So at least there’s that.
But even though I know we’ll still get to go, I was super disappointed. And we just kept telling ourselves there’s probably some bigger reason why we had to cancel this week.
And then it rained buckets and buckets in Austin the last couple of days.
And then my 93 year old grandma got sick and is in the hospital in Ohio. (Prayers appreciated for a speedy recovery)
And then, here’s the crazy part. My mom was supposed to be at my house today. Not hers. Not laying in her bed, sick. And certainly not there to foil a robbery.
Or maybe it’s just God’s way of taking care of us. I don’t know.
And now, I’m sort of waiting. Waiting for the next thing to happen before we were originally scheduled to be home Thursday night. I keep thinking something else is gonna go down. I sure hope not. But I can’t help it. I’m kind of creeped out by it, actually. And I’m ready for it to be Friday.
Anyway, what I do know is this…I’m really, really thankful that they left when they found out she was home and that they were caught today.
Oh, and one more thing, TIM DON’T LIVE HERE, EITHER, so don’t come knockin’!
Be safe out there, friends.