Ok, so last night, weirdest thing ever . . .about 10:15 I turn on the outside light and go out with the babies for potty time . . .Rhianna immediately goes to the gate and is barking her fool head off . . .then I hear SPLASH, KICK, SPLASH . . .and since I'm so tired it took a few seconds for me to figure out, and then like a lightbulb flashes in my head . . . HEY, that's coming from MY pool!
I was like frozen, thinking, what the heck is in my pool? My first thought was maybe an animal was up on the deck and Rhianna scared it and it fell in . . .then I thought, how bout if it was like some random guy in there (weird thought, I know) I never would of thought kids, because, heck, what kid would be ballsy enough to walk up our hill and hurl himself over the side of the pool?? It's an above ground pool, pretty much in our side yard, hidden from the street (or so we thought) the sides are like 56 inches high and to get in the pool, you'd either have to walk up the deck stairs and go through the gates (which are latched) or jump over the side . . .
So, I can't do anything because I need to bring the dogs in the house first, so I open the slider and yell for my husband to come out . . .He runs out with a flashlight and confirmed YUP, there was someone in the pool . . .
(duh) and he was able to see that they must of ran down the hill and up the street . . .
Ok, now here is how I feel about it . . .I know they were only kids and pool hopping is probably fun and cool, but I feel kind of vulnerable now . . .how about if the solar cover was on and they jumped in and couldn't get out? How about if they got hurt . . .I mean, would I be responsible? I don't know, I just feel violated . . .are kids that bold to trespass on someone's property and go for a dip? We've lived in our home for 20 years, have had the pool for 12 years and as far as I'm aware, that was the first time anyone has gone swimming without our knowledge.
I know I'm making a bigger issue than need be, but seriously, I'm just really riled up about the whole thing . . .
