Getting Up in the Middle of the Night to Find the Door Wide Open

Oh, the bliss of ignorance

Is it tempting fate to admit that I sometimes don’t lock my door at night?

It’s not that I do it on purpose, I just forget. Also, my son forgets. We do.

I have every intention of locking up at night, but sometimes if my son is taking care of the animals after dark, or he runs out to the grocery store or to get a drink, I know that the doors stay unlocked so that he can get back in with the minimum of fuss.

You know, if I get busy writing or am visiting the bathroom, I won’t be disturbed by banging on the door: “Mom, come open the door!”

And then, before you know it, I’ve finished up my nightly routine and am in bed, blissfully ignorant that anyone could walk right in and take whatever they liked.

Of course, that brings up another point: I really have nothing worth stealing.

Nearly everything I have is second-hand. Except for my couch. And the idea of someone breaking in to wrestle that through the front door is a little amusing. More likely, they’d take one look around and decide instead to leave us a little money to better ourselves.

So, yes. I sometimes get up to find my door open.

On more than one occasion, I’ve gotten up in the middle of the night only to find that the front door is unlocked and once again, we have survived yet another possible tragedy.

I do a face palm, lock the door and say a brief prayer of thanks before stumbling back to bed.

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