Sometimes, late at night when I'm sitting here at my computer checking Club Mom message boards or writing my book that I'll probably never get published, I let Hunter play with the telephone. He pushes numbers and the phone lights up, he laughs and pushes more numbers. It's all in good fun.
So I sit here at 1:30 a.m., playing on the computer while Hunter plays with his phone making calls to "da".
The door bell rings. Why, at 1:30 in the morning would my doorbell ring?
My worst fear in the world is that some day a man dressed in his military blues with chaplain at his side will ring my doorbell. To which, I've told my husband, I will immediately slam the door in his face. For those who don't know, when a soldier is killed in action (or any other way) the family is notified in person by the highest commanding officer that can make the trip as well as a chaplain.
So here I sit, at 1:30 in the morning mid-type, replying to a post that someone sent me on the message board I moderate at Club Mom, with the doorbell ringing for now the third time. My hands are completely frozen, my heart is racing faster than it has ever raced in my life, and images of my dear wonderful husband flash before my eyes.
Finally I get up the courage to walk to the call button and ask who it is. City PD, is the answer. City PD? Did I run a red light and not stop when someone tried to pull me over? Did I hit someone's car in a parking lot and then leave without giving them my info? Why is City PD at my door at 1:30 in the morning?
So I answer the door and he calmly said he was responding to a 911 call. 911? Who called 911 for me?
Ding! **lightbulb going on** Hunter was playing with the phone!
So I explained and he told me it was perfectly fine, an understandable mistake. Very nice about the whole thing. Then... it happens... I start to cry!
I try very hard not to let myself cry over how much I miss my husband, but this was scary. The whole thing, all the awful thoughts I had, scary!
So right there in front of the very nice police officer, I cry. Months of tension flowing out of me in one of the most embarassing ways possible. Then, of course, I had to explain to him my situation. I said how sorry I was for blubbering on so, my husband is deployed and when you get a person ringing your doorbell at 1:30 a.m., it could only mean one thing.
Thank God that this time, it was something totally unexpected.
I know one thing for sure, Hunter can't play with the telephone any more!
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Oh honey, I was crying when I read your post. I let Morgan play with the phone all the time and she loves it too! Oh God, that's just amazing that he dialed 911! Here the number is 000. If I had been in your position I would have been to frozen to answer the phone too! I'm thinking about your family and praying for you all!
Thanks Anna! I appreciate your prayers, we're in the homestretch, he's almost done!
It's much easier to dial 000, if that was ours, this wouldn't have been the first time!
Oh you poor thing! The little booger really gave you a scare! Of course on the lighter side, imagine what dispatch heard... "dada gurgle spit da!" Hang in there- it's almost over!
Funny, Jen!!!
Thanks!
I am so sorry that that happened to you, I can't even imagine the fear that you must have had. At-least a nice police officer was understanding!
Hey Amber, it's one of those things that scared the living daylights out of me when it happened, but someday I'll laugh about it! Someday....
You will laugh some day. I am laughing at my daughter's dialing escapade -- although her results weren't nearly as heart-stopping.
Glad you shared the link to your blog on the board. :)
Hey Sandy! Thanks for checking me out! You're blog is just WAY cooler than mine, though!!!
Hey Peggie,
DD and Bubba did that once too. Fortunately, they hung up the phone and dispatch called us back. Were we embarassed! I am sorry however that it scared you so badly. Soon he'll be home, and you won't have that worry anymore. Take care of you. Lori
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