Someone broke into my house tonight.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Everyone's ok. They didn't take very much. But I feel so violated and yucky.
Took my daughter out tonight to see some "rassling" with my brother. And when we got back and opened the door, I noticed the back door glass was taped over and smashed out.
I called the police, and it was a terrible 15 or 20 minutes waiting for them to show up. Were people still inside? What did they do? Did they just take stuff? Did they vandalize things? What about the dog? She didn't come to the door, even when I called her. Did they kill or hurt or take the dog? My daughter was bawling and scared. Not much to do but stand there and wait.
So the police come and go through the house, and find no one inside. They let us in to have a look, and it doesn't even look like anything's missing! After some closer inspection, they took coins and my collection of silver dollars. And possibly some paperwork, which I still need to check. But it's really weird. They had to pass so much other stuff to get to the bedroom. The could have taken CDs, video games hardware, components. There was even stuff sitting right by the back door I'm surprised didn't go.
The chihuahua was hiding behind the computer desk, unhurt. The police said she was barking at them when they came in.
In the grand scale of things, I'm totally lucky. They took some stuff, but everyone is fine. I'm angry that someone took my stuff, but angry at myself to for being so vulnerable. For not having a more secure door when I know I needed one. For not having an alarm. And nervous about when I might have missed. And nervous about sleeping tonight. And future nights.
Tonight I feel so violated and sick to my stomach. I doubt that anyone will be back for round two, but who knows? I feel unsafe and gross.
My daughter went to stay at her mom's. I probably should have gone there, too. It's going to be strange to go to bed tonight. I just helped myself to a strong shot of whiskey.
Make that two.
And it's almost 2am and I don't really have anyone to talk to about it. Ugh. Just a terrible feeling.
On a humorous note, I stopped and got some Wendy's on my home, and felt guilty about my convenient food choice after a week of pretty good eating. And then all of this happened, and I totally lost my appetite. So I didn't eat it.
Well, I wish you were all here for a sleepover tonight.