Poor temp nanny just called.
A random skeezy dude in a landscaping shirt was wondering around my back yard.
Maybe he was there to check out our dead tree.
Maybe he was there to break into my house.
It’s so hard to tell.
He made nanny nervous.
We don’t have landscapers.
I called Mark in a panic.
He didn’t pick up his phone.
I called temp nanny.
She didn’t pick up her phone.
I called 911.
I called Mark’s school.
He called back; had been on the phone with temp nanny.
He called our slum lord, who was unavailable.
The cops arrived and the man was gone.
They said next time, just call 911 right away.
I am over my slum lord.
And my neighborhood.
I had to get that off my chest.
Because I have to focus now on the work day.
And hope no one breaks into my house.