Don't Mess with Texas

A few weeks ago (Labor Day weekend to be exact), at 2:00 o' clock in the morning, I found myself bleary-eyed and squinting from the beams of a powerful flashlight, with arms raised, explaining to a Texas Police Officer, that I was in fact a mother, and not a armed burglar.

After an 8 hour car ride with two children (which if you factor in "mother math"-the drive itself times the amount of kids: 8 hours x 2 kids) was actually a 16 hour drive from Tulsa to Houston. So you can imagine how deliriously tired Nathan and I both were upon arrival.
Because we would be arriving so late, my Uncle called and gave us specific instructions on how to get into his backyard and into the house.
When we drove into their neighborhood Nathan turned to me and asked for the name of their street and house number. I couldn't remember!! And I didn't want to call my Uncle at 2:00 a.m. to find out. I was positive I would recognize it when we drove around. And I did.
It was their exact house and driveway and we found the side gate propped open with a rock just like my Uncle said he would. There was his pool and his back door. We shuffled to his back door with bags and kids in tow and entered his secret code. Except it didn't work. So we tried it again. But it didn't work. I knew I had the right code because I had written it on my hand so I wouldn't forget it. So we tried it again. And we were denied. Then the kids decided to bang on the door. I gave in and reluctantly called my Uncle.

"Can you come outside and let us in?"

I am outside.

"Where?!?! I don't see you."

We couldn't see my Uncle in the dead of night, but we did see flashing lights and heard someone yelling. I slowly walked out the side gate and was blinded by a powerful flashlight.

"Put your hands in the air where I can see them! State your name and your business here!"

Oh crap.

I eventually managed to squeak out enough answers to convince them they could lower their weapons. After several questions, a phone call, driver's license checks, and running of our plates we were free to go.

We drove away from that house and sheepishly pulled into my Uncle's actual driveway. I gave my Uncle a hug and a weak smile. He returned the hug.....grinning from ear to ear.
Yup.
I knew it.
I'm going to be teased about this for years to come.

When in Rome....

Ironically, my Uncle planned to take Nathan to a firing range the next morning.
What to do??
Stay at the house and watch my kids....... or tag along.





Did you really think I was going to stay home?
It was exhilarating......
and terrifying.
I would definitely do it again.

P.S. this is a 9mm XDM
it's one of the guns they use in "Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
I'm just sayin.....