I enjoy going to the pool (basically in my back yard) during the babies’ nap. I take the baby monitor with me and I can hear both of them if it's in the upstairs hallway. I like to recharge somewhat so my patience will last through the afternoon and evening hours that sometimes get me a little frazzled by the time Drew comes home.
One day I was coming back from the pool, thinking I’d clean up and get dry before they woke…and I saw a young boy (about 15-16) sitting on the curb in front of my neighbor’s house (2 doors down). He came up to me as I walked around the corner of my house, and asked if he could use my bathroom because his friend wasn’t home yet. I like to be nice, and it seemed like a reasonable request. So I figured, why not? My foyer bathroom is easily accessible without him really entering my home…so I opened the door and let him in, but stayed right outside the front door with the door wide open. After him being in there for what seemed like forever, and no toilet noises being made, I decided that I wanted to have 911 dialed into my phone just in case he came out armed or forcefully (he did have a backpack). He started to open the bathroom door, VERY VERY QUIETLY, (like you do when a baby is sleeping…turning the doorknob and slowly pushing it open…) and when he saw I was outside on the porch (that’s what you can see from the bathroom when the door is open; the front porch), I angled my phone so he could see that I’d dialed in 911. I noticed the light was off in the bathroom and then he closed the door, exactly as slowly and quietly as he’d opened it! Then I was really freaked out because I realized he had expected me to come in and close the door and once he saw I hadn’t, he wasn’t ready to come out. So I called 911, and explained the situation and they dispatched an officer. After talking (within earshot of the kid) to the dispatcher for a few minutes, he finally came out, shaking his hands and asking for a paper towel. At the moment I just wanted him out of my house where my babies where, so I didn’t even think, just lied “no, I’m sorry”. Later I realized what a strange request it was; there was a regular towel hanging in the bathroom. I am assuming that since I didn’t come inside with him, he was attempting to get me to. The original reason I stayed on the porch was so that he couldn’t come back out of my house claiming that I had done something to him…since he seemed young to me. And I’m still so glad I did that. Even after him hearing me speak to the dispatcher and describe him to them, he didn’t offer an explanation or anything, just walked down the sidewalk. When he saw the police drive up, he ambled on down and out of sight. I was pretty paranoid for a few days afterward…making sure all my doors were tightly locked and the blinds closed…I’ve never felt so close to a disaster. Honestly I have NO idea what he was up to, but his story was so odd that I had to play it safe. Later, looking back, I realize that there was also a Johnny house he would’ve seen if he’d come the same direction that he left. Very strange indeed.