Again...

Well, the incident happened.  Again.  We called the cops.  Again.  This time the cop actually took the situation seriously and once looking around our yard, he realized he knew the family at the house.  His wife works with the woman that owns the home.  He decided to go talk with her, assuring us that the Mama is a tough cookie.  We got a phone call a few minutes after the cop left.  He told us that the family did have a bb gun and that its locked up, upstairs and only one of her sons were home.  Hmmmmm..... not buying that one.  The cop continued....that they can't do anything.  We have to install surveillance equipment in order to catch them and then press charges and then the department would issue a warrant for the kid(s) arrest.  The problem is is that that there are a bunch of trees and bushes lining the edge of their property, in their backyard, and from what we can figure, that is where the kids are hiding.  Thankfully, the second bb hit our broken window.  The window for the door will be replaced this week.  A fun $300!  If this happens (Again) next week, to our new window.........  I have no words.

I'm angry.  I'm ticked.  I'm upset.  I'm stressed.  I'm scared for my children's safety.  I'm trying to pray for the family but all I want to do is go hurt them!  (Sorry.... I said it....)  I'm having a hard time with all this.  Sunday afternoon, some people were outside in their backyard hanging out.  I thought, what a shame.  They can hang out in their backyard, all peaceful, on a gorgeous day.  But us?  We're frightened to let our kids play outside.  We didn't purchase the house and not want to use the backyard.  I don't want to invite friends over to play outside.  I don't want do build our playground for the kids anymore.  All I want is for the shootings to stop.  I won't press charges.  I won't bug them ever again.  Just tell me that it'll never happen again and we'll eat the cost for the door.

Not having a great day, week...frankly.... this whole year has been one stress after another and I'm pretty fried.  Some days I think, maybe I'm making a mistake by keeping my kids at home.  The past week I've done just the bare minimum around the house, with school....  If I didn't have kiddos this past week, I think I would have cuddled up in a ball in the bed and not leave.  I don't know what I would be like today if it weren't for my hubbie.  He urged me to leave the house on Saturday.  I went shopping, had breakfast out and just enjoyed being alone.  3 hours of no kiddos.  No seatbelts unbuckling x 4.  No noises but what I wanted to be around.  I took my time.  I looked.  I just sat in the car and read my Bible.  I came home happy and chipper!

Of course, a hour later.... the bb was shot at our door again.  So frustrating.  I'm not being for rational right now.  Such a shame.

Ya know.  There are a LOT worse things in the world than someone shooting bb's into your backyard and hitting your french doors.  I understand that.  BUT when you feel like a prisoner in your home and can't let your kids run free in the backyard for free of someone's eye being shot, it just sucks!  (Excuse the french!)  But it does.

Thanking the Lord for safety again.  The kids were in the house, finishing up lunch.  Thanking the Lord that it happened and hit the broken window...and not anything else.  Begging the Lord for safety, quick resolution for this and ......  peace.