Yes, You Read That Right, Someone Shot My Daughter's Window

So I started out this weekend with big plans, big plans to do nothing. We have been exceedingly busy the last few weekends with a pretty crazy social schedule and so it was important to take a weekend where the kids could just chill, relax, and play with their toys.

It started out pretty well. Friday night we ate dinner on the front yard so that the kids could eat, play, and run around.

Frisbee

Dinner

When my son noticed that the tractors were plowing the field, I played the part of the adaptable mommy and we quickly packed up and moved to the balcony so that he could watch the tractors while he ate. I even agreed to let everyone change clothes because it was "hotter on the balcony mommy."

Then when they couldn't see the tractors from that side of the balcony, I shuffled everyone back inside, and moved all the furniture + food to the other side of the balcony for their viewing pleasure.

When I finally got the kids to bed, I poured a glass of wine, grabbed a magazine, and headed to the garage to relax in blissful peace.

I sat in the garage, drank my wine, and watched the deer grazing in the fields. There is something so neat about living on the edge of a large town. To the right of my house, three minutes away, there are millions of people and everything a person would need for convenient and socially entertained living, but to the immediate left of my house there are deer grazing, a yak farm, and hawks circling overhead. I just sat there and soaked in the peacefulness of the moment, feeling thankful that I live in a place that gives me a break from the craziness of day to day living and allows my soul to quietly unwind.

View from my yard

I headed inside at about nine o'clock and around 11 I started hearing something that sounded like it was hitting the house. I looked out the window but I didn't see anything. The farmers tend to work loudly at night and there were kids across the street setting off firecrackers so even though I could feel that all of my senses were on alert, I convinced myself that everything was ok. That worked until my daughters window broke.

Someone shot her window. Someone actually shot the entire backside of my house with some sort of BB gun. When the window broke it sounded like a bomb had gone off in the house. I seriously couldn't believe how loud it was. My poor girl child lost about ten years off her life.

When the police showed up my daughter was so scared that they had to coax her out from under her brother's crib. The entire back of the house has holes in the siding and my girl child's window is broken. I don't even know how I'm going to pay for this, but quite honestly that is the least of my worries. To top it off I left the garage door open during the day and when I went to shut it that night, it wouldn't close. Obviously with everything that had happened I couldn't leave it open so I called a repair guy at 7:30pm Saturday night (with his lovely emergency pay rates) and he came right away. What did he find? Someone had cut the electrical wires.

This is like a full on assault, I can't believe this is happening. I was planning this week to write the post where I was going to tell you guys that I was taking my ex to court, but hey guess what, I'm taking my ex to court and I don't think he is too happy about it. I can't prove that he did this, but I can't imagine who else it would be.

I just feel completely defeated inside.

My first reaction was "that's it, this is too much, I need to keep the kids safe and we need to pack up and leave," but when I thought about it I realized it's not the location that is unsafe, it's me. I don't know if you guys are scary movie buffs like I am, but I know that in most poltergeist movies when people realize they are being haunted their first reaction is to pick up and move until the ghost expert reminds them "the demon is not attached to the house, it is attached to you. You can move, but it's just going to follow you."

This trouble is not attached to my house, it is attached to me. Moving across town isn't really going to help me much because he is just going to follow me there and moving out of state isn't really an option right now.

I usually have a nice little ending to tie up my posts with, but I don't really have one today because I don't have any answers. I don't know what I am going to do, I don't know what I should do. I'm completely lost and emotionally drained.

Until I can figure out what to do about the window, the girl child is sleeping on the floor.

The End.