I don’t think I’ve mentioned lately how much I hate where we live and how much I want to move to a different part of town. It’s not enough apparently that we have a small baby who gets us up two or three times a night because he’s hungry/needs a diaper change. Last night one of the local idiots was walking down the street cursing at the top of his lungs at 2 am (not a time when I happened to be up–could have been a half hour earlier or an hour later and I would have been up already).
DH got up to check things out because he thought he heard a noise. Next thing I know, he’s coming back up to the room to get a bat and informs me that he’s called the cops because our house/cars have been vandalized. On closer inspection, nothing was really damaged–just some kids hitting the vehicles and throwing stuff. They were also knocking over the garbage and recycling bins that were set out for this morning’s early pick up.
Thankfully, it wasn’t more than that, but it easily could have been. People have tried the locks on our car doors, house, and garage. It’s really only a matter of time.