My Single Mom Life

I'm sitting here with the door open waiting for the mail man because my Mom and Dad sent out a money order this past Tuesday, and it should be here any day now.
I have to sit here and stalk the mail man because of what happened this past Monday night.
I Twittered it, but forgot to blog it.

Around 8:15-20pm on Monday night, Sebastian and I went for a walk to the corner store, Mark stayed home doing his nightly raiding in WoW, so off we went closing the door but leaving it unlocked like we always do when someone is staying home.
When we got back just 10 minutes later, Sebastian and I both noticed that the screen door and main door were open, not just a little open either, but open plenty wide enough that a person could walk through it without having to turn sideways or anything.
Carmine was out and sitting in the driveway, and Kali, Nova, and Shahiro were all sitting in the doorway but looked like they were just about to walk out when we arrived.

I immediately started calling for Mark, was he outside?
Inside?
Where was he and why were the doors open?
Mark was in the house and that's when he said that just about 2 minutes before Sebastian and I got back, he had been sitting in the other room playing WoW when he heard the front door open, so to be funny and scare Sebastian and I, he yelled "Who the fuck is there?! I have a gun!"
He told us that when neither I or Sebastian replied, he yelled out for me, "Mom?!"
He got no reply again, but that's when he heard the screen door scrape on the door step, he came out of the room, didn't see anyone, saw the doors opened, and started to look around the house in case someone was inside and just not answering him, and that's when we walked up.
Someone had broken into my house, and yes, even though we left the door unlocked, it is still a break in if the home owners didn't invite the person to come in.
My cats almost got out, if anything had happened to them, the teens would have been so upset, I would have been so upset, and those kitties were most certainly thinking about going out that door too.
Whoever it was that had opened the door and come in, left as soon as they heard Mark, but we were coming down the sidewalk, so this person whoever it was, was on foot and either ran into the back yard to hide, or ran back across the street to their house.

Yup, I said their house.
I truly believe that it was one of the two teenagers who live across the street.
They moved in about 4-5 months ago with their family, and one day I caught them looking in the windows of the duplex directly to my left.
They were looking in every single window around the house, I watched them go to every window, whispering to each other, and then they went to the guy's back door, and that's when I yelled that I was calling the police.
They couldn't see me, I was inside my house, but I know they heard me because they both yelled "Shit!" and hauled ass back across the street.
I totally believe that the person who tried to come in my house on Monday was one of these two teens with a breaking and entering problem.
I didn't call the cops on Monday night, I can't prove it was them, plus my friends had shown up in a big black SUV, and when I explained to them what happened, both of my guy friends started talking really loudly about beating some ass.
We could see someone peering through the mini-blinds of that house across the street, so yeah, I'm positive that it was one of those teen thugs.

The mail came today at a little bit past 12 noon, he had a Medicare statement, a note from my doctor about what my co-pay will be in January, (new year, new co-pays) and a box with an item for me to review inside of it, but no letter with a money order from Mom and Dad.
I will be watching for the mail again on Monday, Tuesday, and Mark will have to watch for it on Wednesday as I have a dentist appointment, (Squee!) and so we will just have to stalk the mail man every day until it arrives.
When other relatives let me know that they will be sending money down for the teens for Christmas, I will have to do the same thing.
If those thugs are willing to break into my home and try to steal stuff, they are probably willing to steal my mail too.
It's sucky people like that who make me want to get a gun.
Off and on for a few years now, I have wanted to get a gun for home protection, but then I change my mind, and now I'm changing my mind again.
Jerks.