Last week or so, sorry days have blurred together on me, I was rudely awoken by a loud crashing noise. When my kid isn't with me I tend to sleep like the dead, so the fact that I woke up is a feat in itself. I proceed to leap out of bed, grab the baseball bat from the corner and proceed to go through the house.
First stop, kids room, which I conclude does not have an intruder and grab the hockey stick. So down the hobbit stairs I go armed with bat and stick and proceed to go through the first floor of the house. Its an old house, its not big, so this does not take long. I then go outside of the house and walk the perimeter, leaving the bat outside by the back door, because the hockey stick is longer and I can probably do more damage from farther away if needed. My theory is if I drop the stick or incounter someone I can always run back to the door and get the bat! I did just wake up...give me a break.
The neighbors dog was very excited to notify everyone that something was going on outside and its owners came out. They asked if everything was alright. I nonchalanty say everythign is fine, and they look at me a bit odd. I explain that I heard a noise and thought I would check it out. They simply shake their heads and go back inside their house.
I come back inside and think that was weird...only to notice that is around 6 am and light enough out that everyone can see me. I also have the realization that I'm in my.... wait for it...blue fleece polar bear pjs. So...I'm now the crazy person that runs around the yard in barefoot in pjs with a hockey stick in December!
Lesson learned: check the shoe closet first...it was just a dozen or so shoe boxes that came toppling down!