All of Me

3:14 am...and all is quiet in the fuel52 household.

The children are tucked comfortably in their beds as they dream about how awesome their daddy is.

The wife is sleeping silently next to me and I'm dreaming about drive blocking Brian Urlacher into the ground as Reggie Bush cuts off my block and into the endzone for the winning score in the NFC championship game and securing the Saints place in the super bowl or something like that until...

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

Huh?! What?! "Jason, someone's at the door!". Huh?! What?!

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

I am unequivically RIPPED from a marvelous night sleep to the sound of a, or at least I thought at the time, dragon at my front door, breathing fire and trying to rip my door down. I jump out of bed and at this point, i'm about 75% still asleep, I can't figure if I should put my glasses on first or my freaking undershirt and I go back and forth about 3 times until I decide I need my glasses to put my undershirt on.

I finally get my shirt on and out of my bedroom door when I hear

DING DONG DING DONG

Yes, that's my front doorbell ringing TWICE. Followed by another...

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

At this point I'm pissed and ready to freaking roll up whoever is at the door. So, I look out the "peep hole" in my door, not a very manly name or action as it were, and see two figures in the darkness. I figure it's only my life and open the door.

It's the cops. 5-0.

"Sir, did you call 911?"

"NO, I DID NOT", I retorted. Standing on my front doorstep in my boxer shorts.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, I think we have the wrong house. Dispatch gave us this address. I'm so sorry to have bothered you."

And I'm like "okay."

I go back inside, tell my wife the story and turn the lights out and get back in bed, although my heart still thinks there's a dragon on my doorstep. It took me about 45 minutes for my body to exercise the adrenaline out of my veins and my mind to settle enough to get back to actual sleep, with the help of a back scratch from my wife. By the way, there's nothing more soothing in my short experience of life on this earth than a back scratch from my wife.

AMAZINGLY and I have no idea how this happened, but my two daughters stayed ASLEEP through all of this!? Had to be God.

So, I keep trying to think about what I can draw from this experience. Does this mean that I need to be more prepared for something that happens at 3:15 in the morning? Should I buy a gun, should I keep my undershirt and glasses at the ready at all times? Should I do nothing?

What would you draw from this experience?

Cause the best I got is that my kids are pretty heavy sleepers or maybe they aren't any more of a deep sleeper than me and my wife are. The fact is that they felt safe in their beds. To hear something that would wake me and my wife up, terrified, from our sleep...to them, they probably don't hear it because they feel safe.

It's been about five days since this happened and I'm still trying to draw some lessons from this experience.

Amazing.