Helpless

A couple nights ago I was robbed. Someone came through the side door of my garage and stole my purse and Tyler's backpack in the middle of the night. While I was sleeping. While my seven babies were sleeping. It makes me sick to think how vulnerable we all were and are. It took me several hours to come to the conclusion it must of been taken.

Scott, however, was adamant that that was impossible. I prayed, retraced my steps and knew there was no other possible conclusion. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, thinking of the unknown. And then it came to me. They took my purse and hid it in the backpack. That wouldn't look as suspicious. Smart.

I called the police out and they did nothing. Took my statement and that's it. I showed him the door and thought he'd take fingerprints. Nope. He said he couldn't see any. Um...That doesn't seem right!

We went out and bought new locks, installed a new 360 degree, infrared security system, talked to neighbors, and with the kids. I received a call around 2:30pm from this cute little old man and he said he found my planner by Tanner Park (5 streets north of my house!) We took off and headed that way. My planner and 2 savings cards were there. I started walking through the park and down the street where I found lots of my things. Dumb things like coupons, receipts, papers and savings cards. Every time I'd pick up a coupon that I cut out and put in my purse, I'd clinch my teeth and spew out harsh words for the culprit. Then after the next coupon I'd pick up, I'd get a tear in my eye and just wonder why this happened to me.

Ugh. So frustrating. I feel mad. I was violated. I feel upset and want to find this criminal. I feel unsafe in my own home. So frustrating. I found another person's social security card and another person's credit card in a bush! I'm heading back to that bush later today.

I keep checking craigslist and KSL for my Prada bag and the 2 Disneyland tickets I had inside. Nothing.

I talked with the boys about it several times and never showed them that I was scared in the least. I talked to them about how wrong stealing is and how mean it is to the victim.

I called Bill and told him I want a gun. I have NEVER wanted a gun in my home. But, things change. I don't know if it was a crackhead looking for $20, a stupid teenage game just to see what they could loot, or he wanted to harm any of us. I won't let that happen again. Does it seem like too much for a normal person to want to get a gun? Does it seem impulsive? I don't think so. I'll do ANYTHING to keep my family safe!