So, I had a truly fantastic weekend overall… Just one little blip in there. A very looooong blip.
It started with my mom showing up Saturday afternoon while we were out running errands and setting off the alarm. Twice. And then leaving. We were at Sam’s and apparently didn’t hear the phones ringing or the beeps from the ten messages that were left by her and the alarm company. We finally got a call saying the cops were in our house because of a suspected intruder. Way to go mom.
She says that when she set it off the first time, they called and she said “I’m her mom. I have a key and a garage door opener, but they didn’t tell me they were setting the alarm! The code is something like xxxxxxx or xxxxxx, I can’t remember exactly!” She says the alarm guy said that was fine and they would take care of it. They stopped the alarm, but then she somehow set the damn thing off AGAIN and decided to hell with it that time… She was going shopping. So, she did… With the alarm blaring apparently. Sometimes I wonder how she makes it through the day. And how she has a very successful career… No idea.
Anyway, we get a call from the alarm company saying the cops were at our home searching the premises. They also said they found a door open and that’s what prompted them to go into the house and search. We told the alarm guy that it was indeed my mother, but that she, for some unknown reason, decided to leave… I guess, they just didn’t buy her story when they called, thank god. I was a bit worried that the guy just said “Okay, have a nice a day” and turned the damned thing off and left whoever it was in my house to have at it. What if it had been a real burglar? So, I was actually relieved to know they had been dispatched. Sort of.
We pulled into the neighborhood and there was one cop car sitting at the entrance. There were two at our house. Thank god one was a lady. The first words out of my mouth, said directly to her, were “I am mortified that anyone went into my house with it looking like it does!” We had been cleaning out the playroom closet and the junk closet and our bedroom closets, so there was shit everywhere. The whole way home that’s all I could think about… How utterly embarrassed I was that someone actually saw that mess. It was bad enough my mom decided to come early, but now complete strangers had to see that!?!?! And, horrified at the thought of these poor cops trying to maneuver their way through my disaster area of a house, thinking “SHIT, there are too many places to hide in this pig sty!,”while kicking over mountains of clothes, boxes and piles of paper and odds and ends that were big enough to easily hide a full grown man. I’m surprised I don’t have some shot up piles of laundry.
All the shower curtains had been thrown back and rugs were askew, closet doors were open, etc… They really did go through my house and search. We had a few messages, calls & visits from neighbors, too… We were definitely the talk of the neighborhood this weekend. I’d loooove to know what the gossips were saying! I can only imagine… One neighbor was parked in a chair in his driveway watching, I kid you not. He did at least try to get in touch with us… His message only said “Hey, guys, this is xxx. Give me a call when you get a chance.” Not, “You’ve got cops in your house with guns blazing! Get your asses home!!!!!” Anyway, it really was excitement for our pretty quiet little neighborhood. Again, way to go mom.
Mom said she was sorry and just kept repeating “But, they told me it was okay!” Over and over. Dumb ass. She also lost $200.00 in cash on her shopping excursion… She left Chateau Elan (a nice spa and winery) to come straight here to set off my burglar arm, freak out frantically trying to turn it off, then leaves exasperated to lose $200.00 in cash. I met her at the wal-marts (after talking to the po-po) and she was seriously frazzled. She had gone there last to buy easter basket shit and thought she might have lost it there. So much for the relaxed state she arrived at my home in…. Poor woman.
We were at the wal-marts for about three hours searching and I did my grocery shopping while I was there. That’s faaaaaar too long to be at the wal-marts. Especially with an insane frantic woman. And, I cannot stand grocery shopping somewhere that I don’t know the layout or where anything is. It’s just too stressful. Luckily, mom has an industrial size bottle of Xanax. And, we stocked up on alcohol. Fun, fun afternoon. But, it did get better….