Unlucky day

11/11/11 did not turn out to be a lucky day for us. The kids and I ran to the grocery store in the afternoon (which is always a bad idea that time of day because they are tired and cranky) when we got to the check out one of my worst fears came true, I looked in my purse and realized my wallet wasn't there-yikes! I took it out and put it in the diaper bag at the museum. We ran out to the car because I thought the diaper bag was in the car, it wasn't. I started crying, I just spent an hour grocery shopping with cranky kids for nothing. I was mentally drained when we got home so I sat on the couch for a while. I can't remember why but for some reason I went into our bedroom and I saw my earring on the floor, I thought that is weird. I picked it up and went to put it back in my jewelery box when I realized almost everything was gone out of my jewelery box, I thought very weird. Then I looked down at the carpet and saw pine needles everywhere, I had just vacuumed-panic swept over me (another worst fear came true). I ran back to the kitchen and saw the knifes were missing out of the butcher block, hysteria and panic took over-what if someone was still in the house! I grabbed the kids, shoeless and coatless, my cell phone and the car keys and threw everyone in the car (not even in carseats) and left. I called Brad, I knew he was almost home. He could barely understand me because I was hysterical so he called 911. Abi kept saying "mom, it's OK dad will be home soon".

The police came and searched our house, no one was there. They took finger prints and filed a report. At one point there were 6 police officers searching in and around our house. Stupid dog, now I can say she is really good for nothing. She is the reason I feel secure, she barks viciously at strange sales men that knock on our door. She's big, black, and has a deep bark and is kind of intimidating. On top of that I left the TV on our while we were gone only because I couldn't find the remote to turn it off (the kids like to take it and hide it). Which leads me to the scariest question of all, how did this person know we weren't home? I'm pretty sure I scared them away when I got home and opened the garage door because there was a pile of stuff by the backdoor that they had planned on taking but didn't have time. They took my jewelery, Brad's watches, eagle scout ring, digital camera, video camera, i-pod, knifes, and other random stuff. I am so thankful they did NOT take a small tin I have in my jewelery box that has all my important/valuable jewelery including my heirloom diamond ring from my grandma, necklace from Brad, and a few other small diamonds (which are now in our safe). The only way we can assume they got in is through the backdoor which we always, always double check to make sure it's locked. I never leave it unlocked even when I'm home, but as I said it was not my day and the one day someone wants to break in our house I forget to lock the door???? How is that statistically possible, what are the odds???? If only I had paid more attention when we first walked in I would have noticed right away and we wouldn't have even gone inside.

I'm thankful they did not take anything that can't be replaced. I'm thankful my kids are too young to understand what happened. Abi thought it was fun that our house was full of "boys" (police officers) and Ben just wanted an officer to pick him up, sweet boy. I'm thankful we were not home and that my family is safe. This unlucky day makes me realize we still have so much to be thankful for.