And then I had a glass of wine

"I will do a good deed, " I muttered to the Universe as I tried to figure out how to attach the car seat to the stroller. I checked the clock. Forty minutes. That's how long I'd been trying to figure out how to use the "easy conversion stroller". Easy my ass.

Snap! It clicked into place. "Oh HELL YEAH!"

Shit. I woke the baby.

Oh well. We're going for a walk. I put this thing together and she is damn well going to enjoy it.

So we walked and within 20 minutes I was drenched in sweat, while she cooed and drooled and yup, there's that smell I know so well.

Cleaned her. Fed her. Burped her. Settled her into crib.

So. Hot.

Quick drink of water. Buckle down to edit article for friend. Shit. Forgot I had to FedEx something. Now baby is sleeping. Call Mom.

"Mom, how do I FedEx something?"

Patiently, as always, she explains something I should already know. But my brain just didn't feel like dredging up the information. That's what Mom is for.

We finish our discussion of all things boring, and shipping related. And she says, "So, you want to hear the latest family drama?"

(as if we haven't had enough)

Evidently, my youngest brother, Bullfrog came home from school yesterday and then headed back out on his bike to visit a friend. As we often do, he left the back door unlocked. Oh I know, in this day and age how could we? But it's how I grew up. No fear. Very little crime. I don't really remember hearing of any. I feel safe at my Mom's. It's quaint and quiet.

But.

When he got back to the house he saw a man walking through the back door. Thinking it may be his Dad, he followed. He called out but the man didn't hear him. The man made a beeline through the computer room, through the kitchen, and up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Bullfrog realized it wasn't his Dad. He called up the stairs, "Hey, who are you?!"

The man came barreling down the stairs mumbling something about looking for his shi-tzu and pushed past Bullfrog, running out the door and through the backyard.

And this is another reason why Bullfrog is a hero of mine. He managed to really look at the guy so that he was able to give the police a detailed, and accurate description of the man. I burst with pride when Mom told me this

And then I thought about what could have happened. It didn't. But it could have. But he is ok. And he won't be home alone for a while. Because this guy is still out there. Lock your doors. Hug your loves. Pass the wine.