Paranoid Much?

I'm beginning to see the effects of what having a husband in law enforcement is having on me. Sure, he angers criminals--and not always just your run-of-the-mill idiot law-breakers--almost daily; so of course, there are certain precautions, I, as his wife, consciously take. At times, we'll just say that more precautions should be taken than others. Today, however, wasn't expected to be one of those times. It was nap time for the twins, and since they are both sick, I hadn't had a chance to get ready for the day. So, at 2:00, I was enjoying my much-anticipated shower when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I assumed it was just a Jehovah's witness or something. Not seeing any need to answer my doorbell with shampoo in my eyes, I ignored it. I began to rinse when it rang again. Initially, I was pissed, because my sick babies definitely needed their rest, and this would surely wake them up. Again, I ignored the bell, and hurried to finish so I could tend to the kids. That is when the persistent visitor began to pound on the door. That was very unusual for anyone wishing to simply hand me a pamphlet, so I peeked out the window. I didn't recognize the vehicle, and couldn't see who was standing at the door. I noticed that miraculously the twins hadn't woken up, so I tiptoed to get dressed, only to hear the vehicle pull out of my drive. So, was this someone who wished to see my husband? I quickly called him to make sure he wasn't expecting anyone, maybe an old friend from out of town, and of course, his answer was no. I watched out the window for a couple of minutes and had seen the same vehicle drive by twice, but I couldn't see a face or get a license plate number. So, I, Mama Tiger prepared to protect her young, retrieved my Glock 45 and was ready to deter our visitor if he decided to grace us again with his presence. I realized then that it was time for Cade to be home from school. It was pre-arranged that my mother-in-law bring him home so I wouldn't have to get two nauseated kiddos out in the car. I called her in case she saw the mysterious vehicle coming back by my house. When I described it, she said, "OH!" and laughed. "That's the repair man that's supposed to fix my washing machine! He's got the wrong house." Whew...glad I didn't meet him at the door with my hand-held precaution.