Everything is different now.
This has been the week from hell.
My house was robbed on Tuesday night. Robbed while we were all sleeping upstairs.
Said scumbag left an empty soda bottle on my patio table, which tells me that he was sitting in my yard, watching through the windows in the dark, waiting for me to go to bed that night. I turned in at about 1am. Sometime after that, he broke my kitchen window and got into my house. He helped himself to a Snapple, sat on my couch, smoked one of DH's cigarettes...and stubbed it out on my bookshelf before dropping the cigarette butt on my carpet.
He walked off with whatever he could carry - two laptops, digital camera, camcorder, about $500 in cash, MP3 player, two Blackberries, DH's Playstation 2 and all of his games, a USB hub, DH's watch and his wedding ring. And all of DH's ornamental knives (he's a collector). DH had a machete under his computer desk that he kept for "protection" but scumbag left it behind. On the desk. As if to say, "I could have killed you." We were asleep, in our bedroom, with the A/C running. We never heard a fucking thing.
DH woke me Wednesday morning at 7am to tell me we'd been robbed. I thought he was joking. The police came and did their little dance, but as someone who lived with a cop almost her entire lilfe, I don't expect much to come of it. Apparently there have been a rash of thefts in the neighborhood; the guy walks around like he's collecting cans, and robs people's houses.
Wednesday I spent most of the day wavering between numb and hysterical. Now I'm just fucking pissed off with spurts of hysteria.
In the grand scheme of things, I'm so thankful that all the things that were taken were replaceable things. I'm glad that I didn't decide to run back downstairs for a snack, I'm glad that DH didn't hear noise downstairs and look to be a hero. I'm glad my children are safe. But I'm fucking pissed off that some scumbag decided to invade my home and my privacy, and violate the sanctity of my home. In the one place where I'm supposed to feel most safe, I've never felt less so. DH slept downstairs on the couch for the last two nights, and I slept with one eye open. Today we had an alarm system installed. That will help some. But my life is forver altered from this moment on. And it turns my stomach. My hand to God, if anyone sees a homeless guy, pushing a cart, carrying a Lenovo Thinkpad backpack, and wearing a NY Yankees baseball cap...PLEASE call me, and tell me where he is. Because so help me, that person is going to get a beat down.
Then this afternoon, lightning downed some power lines, and we lost power in the house. We evacuated, DH took the girls to the MILs, and I'm with my mom. I have a scrapbook workshop tomorrow that I need to be ready for...and I could never be less so. Having said that, I'm off to do some work.
No memes this week. I'm too pissed off.
My house was robbed on Tuesday night. Robbed while we were all sleeping upstairs.
Said scumbag left an empty soda bottle on my patio table, which tells me that he was sitting in my yard, watching through the windows in the dark, waiting for me to go to bed that night. I turned in at about 1am. Sometime after that, he broke my kitchen window and got into my house. He helped himself to a Snapple, sat on my couch, smoked one of DH's cigarettes...and stubbed it out on my bookshelf before dropping the cigarette butt on my carpet.
He walked off with whatever he could carry - two laptops, digital camera, camcorder, about $500 in cash, MP3 player, two Blackberries, DH's Playstation 2 and all of his games, a USB hub, DH's watch and his wedding ring. And all of DH's ornamental knives (he's a collector). DH had a machete under his computer desk that he kept for "protection" but scumbag left it behind. On the desk. As if to say, "I could have killed you." We were asleep, in our bedroom, with the A/C running. We never heard a fucking thing.
DH woke me Wednesday morning at 7am to tell me we'd been robbed. I thought he was joking. The police came and did their little dance, but as someone who lived with a cop almost her entire lilfe, I don't expect much to come of it. Apparently there have been a rash of thefts in the neighborhood; the guy walks around like he's collecting cans, and robs people's houses.
Wednesday I spent most of the day wavering between numb and hysterical. Now I'm just fucking pissed off with spurts of hysteria.
In the grand scheme of things, I'm so thankful that all the things that were taken were replaceable things. I'm glad that I didn't decide to run back downstairs for a snack, I'm glad that DH didn't hear noise downstairs and look to be a hero. I'm glad my children are safe. But I'm fucking pissed off that some scumbag decided to invade my home and my privacy, and violate the sanctity of my home. In the one place where I'm supposed to feel most safe, I've never felt less so. DH slept downstairs on the couch for the last two nights, and I slept with one eye open. Today we had an alarm system installed. That will help some. But my life is forver altered from this moment on. And it turns my stomach. My hand to God, if anyone sees a homeless guy, pushing a cart, carrying a Lenovo Thinkpad backpack, and wearing a NY Yankees baseball cap...PLEASE call me, and tell me where he is. Because so help me, that person is going to get a beat down.
Then this afternoon, lightning downed some power lines, and we lost power in the house. We evacuated, DH took the girls to the MILs, and I'm with my mom. I have a scrapbook workshop tomorrow that I need to be ready for...and I could never be less so. Having said that, I'm off to do some work.
No memes this week. I'm too pissed off.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 12:13 AM
1 Comments:
At 12:40 AM,
kenju said…
It is terrible that you had to go through that! I hope they catch that thief and get your stuff back.
Michele sent me.
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