After the Break In

I am still walking around in a constant state of unease in my own home.

I haven't slept good all week, I should say I've barely slept all week. I toss and turn and lay awake staring at the ceiling then when sleep does finally creep up on me it doesn't last long. I may sleep for a half hour then wake up freakin out over some little noise I heard.

Detective Williams has semi redeemed himself. He has stopped by twice now unexpectedly to follow up some leads (he's actually doing his job) and he wasn't an ass when he was here. So I am not going to take back everything I said about him but I will say he's doing much better now.

I still think the utter absurdity that me...a coupon clipping, gardening, crafting work at home mom of three was being treated like a con artist, scamming criminal was just completely ridiculous. I don't use drugs, I don't engage in illegal activities, I don't even drink much. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I drink alcohol...in a year.

I watch enough cop shows to know that Detectives are usually jerks, par for the course I suppose. Perhaps the cocky attitude is essential to being a detective or maybe they just believe they have to fill the Hollywood stereotypes or maybe it actually serves a purpose and throws people off so they are caught off guard. I don't know but I didn't like it being I was the victim no the criminal.

Anyway I'm over it. Not the break in itself but the treatment I received by the detective. He doesn't know me at all and I don't really care what he thinks of me as long as he's out there doing his job.

I have to live with what happened and deal with that in my own way...however that's going to be. Right now everyone is treating me like I am fragile and need to be checked up on. My mom calls me like a million times a day as does my husband. Even my eldest son's girlfriend drops by to check and see if I'm OK. My husband calls to tell me where he's at, if he's close by and whether or not some of our male friends that live close by are home in case I need anything. It is sweet and it is wonderful that everyone cares that much about me.

Our close friends' 19 year old son (my eldest son's best friend, I call him son 2- together they are son 1 and son 2 like Thing 1 and Thing 2) stayed with me the first two days after the break in so I wouldn't be alone during the day. He even installed a security camera on my front porch over my door.

So everyone is being really wonderful. I just wonder when I am actually going to get it together and really feel as okay as I tell everyone I am.

My husband even tried to teach me how to shoot a gun. Yeah, that didn't go over well. I hate the noise power tools make can you imagine trying to deal with a gun. Ugh! I hated it and I don't care to ever touch it again.

Good Friends are Good to Have and Mini Magician Makes Things Disappear

The other day the wind was so bad here in Michigan I had a catastrophe at my house. The wind blew off almost all of the siding from the front of my house. I walked into my kitchen, heard a strange noise and saw something flapping in front of my window. I looked out and discovered it was my siding. I was in shock then I was mad.


I freaked and called my husband who was over an hour away. He said he would call someone. he did, called me back and said T and J were coming over. I had hardly hung up with Rob (hubby) when T knocked on the door. In minutes he had a ladder and was up against the house nailing and hammering. Then J dropped by and they determined they needed bigger nails and more tools. My husband made it home in record time and they went to Home Depot got what they needed and put my siding back where it belonged so I could stop panicking.


Sorry, I did so not want to have to deal with the insurance company and days maybe weeks of no siding on the front of my house.


Too bad in all the hubbub of fixing the siding they crushed and trampled some of my flowers.


Oh well, small price to pay to have my house fixed.


It is just so wonderful to have good friends to call on, they were here in minutes...and it is always like that with these guys. If they call Rob he's out the door in seconds, if he calls them they come running.


Good friends are rare and precious gifts.


On another note having a mini magician in the house is not so precious. My toddler who will be three in a couple weeks has the gift of being able to make things disappear. Books, DVD's, toys, clothes, and umost frequently... sippy cups.


Every day at least once we go on a sippy cup hunt. One time we lost one for over a year. Yuck! We finally found it in the back of a little used cabinet. Gross.


Now the problem is my little guy's shoes. Yes, his shoes are gone. We can not find them anywhere and it is driving me nuts. One minute they were there then when we were ready to leave they were totally gone. GONE. My house isn't that big and I have opened every closet, cabinet and cupboard even drawers and found nothing. Where on earth could the shoes have gone.


I might actually have to go buy him new shoes if they don't turn up soon and that is going to really tick me off since those were his new shoes.


Where could my mini magician have hid his shoes?