On Tuesday, 12/8/09, Roy came home at 1:55pm to find Cleo very anxious. He noticed the house was rather cold, and then realized the back door had been kicked in and was wide open. He turned and looked at our entertainment center and said "Oh crap" when he saw the TV, Boise, Wii, and my laptop were all missing. He went upstairs and the mattress had been moved (to check underneath for money, we assume), and that my jewelry box drawers had been dumped and were thrown onto the bed. All the drawers of our dresser were open as well. In the guest bedroom our portable DVD player and some computer speakers were missing, and the file cabinet drawer was open. He called the police, called me at work, and called our insurance company.
Ugh. What a terrible call to get. I was in the middle of a class with my fifth graders when he called me. I left within minutes and cried on the way home when I called my mom and sister.
When I got home the police officer was here taking the report. I was so glad to see that Cleo wasn't hurt. Sadly, she had on her bark collar during the break-in, but Roy suggests it could have saved her life because had she kept barking, the robbers may have hurt her. Still, while she is not physically hurt, she had been much more on edge this week, and she just shivers if she hears a noise at the back door.
We immediately started cancelling our credit cards/bank cards and started changing passwords and user IDs. Today we got a security system installed, and TH we got our French doors replaced. Now I am hunting for a new laptop... shopping, yeah! Our insurance company is paying out, though not as much as we would like.
This experience has caused many emotions for me: anger, sadness, guilt, thankfulness, fear, and more. I am so grateful that we were not home and that Cleo wasn't hurt. I am grateful that the robbers didn't find some very special items close to my heart. I am grateful that the robbers did not trash our house or take our Christmas presents, but just focused on our electronics.
I wanted to post this so I don't forget, but also because I want it to be the last time I tell the story and it's details. I am already tired of talking about it, and I want to go on with life.