If My Life Were A TV Show, It Would be Ratings Week

Well I cannot complain about life being dull. 

Last week was interesting what with the police activity at 3am and all.  But that was SO last week.

So, after a long and crazy day at the office, I was excited to get home, hang with the kids and then settle in with Super Husband to watch Dexter.  Super Husband came to the office to pick us up and we all loaded into the car for the big 2 minute commute.  As we approached the house we could see a ton of cars parked all around it.  Including IN our driveway and in front of the driveway.

WTF?

Super Husband circled the house and did an other drive by so we could survey the situation.  We live on a corner on a pretty decent sized lot of land and there were cars parked bumper to bumper along both the side and front.  I would guess there were eleven vehicles total.  Since they were EXCLUSIVELY around our house, we knew there was something going on.

So Super Husband parked on the street and we started unloading to see what might be going on when a scruffy looking man appeared and got into the car blocking the driveway.  So me being me, I approached him.

Me:  Excuse me.
Scruffy Man:  Yes?
Me:  Can I ask what you are doing here?
Scruffy Man:  [stares blankly at me]
Me:  We LIVE here.  This is our driveway that you are blocking.
Scruffy Man:  Oh.  We are doing an investigation. 
Me:  An investigation of what?  The people who reside in the basement here?
Scruffy Man:  Yes.  We are the police.  ALL of us.
Me:  What are you investigating?
Scruffy Man:  I cannot say.
Me:  Is it drug related?
Scruffy Man:  Yes.  We have a warrant.
Me:  Oh My God.  Is this safe for our family? 
Scruffy Man:  We did find a number of weapons, but it's okay.
Me [???] Are they dealing?
Scruffy Man:  We are looking for his stash.  Any idea where it might be?

*sigh*

Seriously?

This really doesn't happen to normal people, I'm sure of it.

So why the fuck does it keep happening to us?

Let me reiterate.

We sold our beautiful, safe, family home to move to the city to get a BETTER quality of life for our family.

As a result we are shacking up with loser drug dealers.  Who have WEAPONS in the house.

If I don't get the "Worst Mom of the Year" award now, it will be a miracle.  I honestly expect people to jump out of the bushes at any moment to announce "You've been PUNKED"! 

So last night Super Husband and I made the call yet again to our landlord to fill him in on the situation.  I had to repeat the story 4 times.  He couldn't grasp what I was saying as I was hysterically rambling on about the "drug bust" going on downstairs. 

So I'm not sure what exactly happened other the police were there for another hour or so carting boxes in and out and then they left.  The Trolls are still there so I'm guessing no arrests were made and no stash uncovered.  I know they trashed the apartment in their search as I heard the daughter crying about her destroyed bed.  Like that's the biggest problem they have.

Super Husband and I are at a loss.  We have nowhere to go.  This is a nightmare.