An Outlet

I know, I know. I said I was going to take a break. But wait, I need an outlet to pour out my frustration and disgust. About a month ago, my in-laws house was broken into and among many other things that were taken, they stole all of the spare keys to all the rental houses. So we went on a little frenzy to change locks to at least do our part of "protecting" tenants belongings.

Last night we got a call from our best tenant living in the house that Mark and I renovated, aka- my baby. Any wrong doing of any kind to it in any way throws me over the edge. What I'm really leading up to is this - they also have what they think is a spare key to my house. When we moved in, we pretty much changed all the locks anyways and we have chains and such on all the doors. We have hard locks on the gates, deadbolts and chains throughout, high windows with bars in every single one (can you tell we've been robbed before?) and motion lights.

Although I do feel pretty secure, I still have the little train of thought that one day - or night - they may try to get in and then unfortunatly I will be forced to instigate the Second Amendment and inevitably, the Castle Doctrine. I now know that these people (or person) has a .45 and a multitude of knives - that's what they stole from my tenant. So I have every reason to believe that if they weren't armed before, they should be now.

As much as I would like to think that this all pure coincidence, I just can't assume that anymore. From this day on I feel like my house is a sitting target, and although my husband trained and armed me well enough to defend myself should I ever find myself or my girls in any situation, I really want to go through my life knowing I didn't have to shoot someone. These crack head bastards are making me think differently. I almost invite them to break into a house full of loaded guns and an overprotective mother. Maybe then I'll get better sleep.

This just strengthens my distrust with 99% of the population and that makes me sick.