It finally happened. I know what Code 4 is! I think. I'm assuming at least.
Picture it--a calm Thursday evening after school. I'm content after having straightened the house, finished getting dinner ready, and getting the children's homework done, which is most of the time MY homework. I'm enjoying a relaxing moment in my bedroom checking emails, reading the news, listening to my boys play the PS3, Kindsay is quietly lying in her bed, and Bek is at work. Greg should be home at any time, and life is good. errrrrrrrr! Screeching halt when the doorbell rings. My boys come barreling down the hall in urgent whispers, "MOM, there's a police at our door!" It's been nothing but quiet in my house, so this was really weird. I mean, if Kindsay were in her raging moods and the neighbors heard and called someone to check on us, I would say, "Is everything alright you ask?? Great! The usual!" HOWEVER, that wasn't the case, so I felt completely willing to help the officer with whatever he needed. Perhaps he needed a sponser for a fund raiser (who knows?), maybe he had some questions about my next door neighbor's fire alarm going off for no reason again (though I didn't hear it), maybe he just wanted to tell me what a great citizen I am. I turn the corner towards the front door, still feeling leery and guilty like they'll drag me away for some song my kid downloaded one time. Hey, usually I'd say, take me with the siren on, but tonight was a nice night...what's going on? I begin to open the door to face the cop when I turn behind me to see Kindsay backing up slowly with the look of "UH OHHHHHHH." I knew right then. Kindsay, what did you do??? "Sorry, mom, sorry." I face the officer with a smile like we're all normal, nothing to see here. "Good evening Ma'am, is there anything wrong here, we got a 9-1-1 call from your house." I turn back to Kindsay she's still backing up ever so slowly, hands in her mouth chewing what's left of her stubby nails, hair askew as though an animal were building something in it, and her robe was barely closed around her Spring Break outfit. "Officer, I'm terribly sorry. Kindsay, come here." As the officer gave a "Code 4" into the radio on his shoulder, I had her face the cop herself, she had to own this! He explained to her that when she accidently calls 9-1-1, it's okay, but when the police call back to confirm an emergency and you answer the phone, make some freaked out noises and hang up, they assume there's a problem and send someone out. Next time, he tells her, just answer the phone and tell the dispatcher there's no problem. I said, "What do you say to the officer?" She responds, "ok." No, Kindsay...you apologize.
Now, if I had gotten in trouble to where I summoned a CPD to my house, I would probably be on my best behavior the rest of the night after the close call. NO, oh no, not Kindsay. The moment I shut the door she empties out my emergency dinner Costco box of Dino Chicken Nuggets onto a plate (there were probably 30-40), and stuck the plate into the microwave and hit start. The nuggets were all stacked on each other in frozen stuckness which would take more than a few microwave minutes to make even slightly edible. I come in the kitchen, the annoyance of the recent incident slipping out of my mind, when I see the chicken coop in the microwave. At that moment Greg walked in. YES! Tag! You're it..I can't finish this round! "Greg," I say, "Kindsay just called 9-1-1, hung up on the police, and we had a cop at our door, now she's got that going..." I point to the massive amount of food cooking. Greg went from "ah, so happy to be home" to "what's wrong with my genes?" Needless to say, Greg summarized the last five minutes of Kindsay's life in complete astonishment, aggravation, and outerworldly amazement while she sunk into her robe. Though I had dinner going, guess what all the kids ate instead? So glad I spent the time and money. With resignation, I zombie-walked back to my room, closed my door, and locked it in an attempt to fall back into my blissful evening. I mean, what else could happen? Am I so naive?