Things had calmed down by Sunday. Matt and Ian fixed the door and also reinforced it. Longer screws, stronger wood in the frame, etc. It was an uneventful day. Around 4:30 that afternoon, Matt and ‘Chell headed back to Chattanooga. It was a quiet evening and we were pretty relaxed. Ian had a hockey game at 8:30 last night. He left for it at around 7:40. Just after he left, my mom called. While I was on the phone with her, I heard the front doorknob rattle. I thought Ian forgot some piece of his equipment and had come back for it.
I walked into the front room and as I was heading for the front door, I looked through its window and saw a man with a baseball cap pulled down on his face on the other side. He and I turned and ran at the same time. I grabbed my baby and went up to the nursery to call Ian and then the cops on my cell. I kept Mom on the home phone until the cops arrived. Ian got here while they were still looking around and asking questions. No sign of the guy by that time.
We are getting a gun. A shotgun. We are looking at things we can do to the house to make it more secure. We are also considering selling the house. That would be a hard decision to make. Harder for Ian than it is for me, but still very hard. We are talking with our friend/realtor Andra about what the house would go for. We are trying to decide if it’s a rational decision, if it is economically feasible, and where we would go.
We’ve got a bumpy road and right now the shocks are shot.