Wednesday was a long day to begin with. I had to go to the dentist at 4 to get two cavities filled that the dentist said "Hopefully I can fix, if not, you'll have to get a root canal." Ugh! Thankfully, he was able to fix the cavities without a root canal, for now... And just FYI, the cavities were from not flossing. SO GO FLOSS RIGHT NOW!
I got home a little bit earlier than normal, about 15 minutes earlier. I opened the garage door and pulled in and noticed that the door from the garage to the house was left wide open. I thought it was kind of odd, but knew that Matt had left after me, and just to be honest, I could see him doing that. Just leaving in a hurry and thinking he pulled it shut. Or maybe it didn't shut all the way and then the cat nudged it open, I didn't know, but went inside anyways (still on the phone). As I walked into the kitchen I could see the cord to Matt's xbox was unplugged and wrapped from the living room into the kitchen. And as I walked in the living room I didn't notice if the xbox was missing, but noticed that the wireless Internet thing was pulled out in away from the TV stand. I jumped a little, grabbed the cat and ran outside and around to the front door. THAT'S when I noticed that the glass in our front door (there is just a SMALL pane of glass) had been busted out. I put the cat in the front garden bed and ran two houses down to Steph's and told her what I saw. She grabbed her gun and we went back to the house. We came in through the garage. I noticed that the dryer was open (closed when I left) and the door to Matt's office was wide open. To be honest, his office is a MESS right now while we're painting it, so by looking in it, I couldn't tell if anything was missing or not.
Once we got in the living room, I noticed that yes, Matt's xbox was gone, along with the controller. My computer was gone. All the clean clothes I had washed that morning and were separated on the couch were strewn everywhere on the floor. We then walked back to our bedroom and my heart broke.
It was a WRECK. WRECK. Clothes EVERYWHERE. The jewelry box Angie had given me was wide open with the drawers yanked out and upside down. The necklace Matt gave me for Christmas last year was laying on the floor by the bedroom door (thankfully). The closet was ransacked. All the stuff on the shelves had been yanked on the floor, shoes pulled out of the shoe rack. Ugh.
So, I called Matt, called the police and both said they were on their way. Thankfully, Stephanie stayed with me until Matt got home. Once Matt got their, we went around to the neighbors' houses asking if anyone had seen anything until the cops got there. No one saw anything. One lady told us she'd lived there for 31 years and never had any trouble, nor anyone that she was aware of on the street (the officer confirmed that saying there hasn't been trouble in this neighborhood in YEARS).
Once the police officer got their, man, Matt was awesome. He handled everything. I was nervously folding clothes and straightening the closest and just kept noticing things were missing. Our DVDs (including all 10 seasons of Friends, the only thing I have really missed), Matt's xbox games, my backpack from school, our laundry basket, the camera, food out of the fridge. My dad had been letting us borrow a gun. The gun was my Uncle Gary's that dad had gotten after Uncle Gary passed away. That, of course, was gone. THAT was when I cried. I called home to tell them what had happened and my dad answered and I just started crying and apologizing. And of course, my dad was so kind and just said all the right things.
After the police officer left (two hours later) Matt boarded up the hole in the front door and we turned ALL the lights on and headed to Lowe's to buy all new locks and key-only dead bolts for all the doors (those things are EXPENSIVE). We also looked at doors, trying to figure out what kind of door we would get when we came back tomorrow morning. While we were there I had called my boss to tell her I couldn't come in tomorrow b/c of what had happened and while I was talking I was just wondering aimlessly around Lowe's I started looking at fire safe boxes. THAT'S when it hit me. Our fire safe box. CRAP. As soon as we got home I ran to the closet and yes, it was missing. Inside: birth certificates, social security cards, marriage license, the back up CD of all of our wedding pictures and the CD Miranda had made us of our wedding pictures, some coins my parents had bought me awhile back, AND a copy of a Friend's script that was signed by all the actors that Matt had given me as a gift (I LOVE Friends, if you haven't realized that already). Dang. I then started going through EVERY drawer in our bedroom and realized the KEY to the firesafe box (in the back of my underwear drawer) was gone. Empty Macy's jewelry boxes I had saved and used to travel with were all open with the cotton ripped out (I kept those in the back of my tank top drawer).
I then went through every single room, every closet, every box, under every bed. And I noticed all of our blank checks were missing!
So, needless to say, Matt and I made a pallet on the floor and that is where we have slept for the last few nights. Tonight I THINK I am ready to sleep in the bedroom. I folded up all the covers from the pallet and put them away and put clean sheets on the bed, so basically I have no choice.
This is long enough for now. We are safe, we are protected. God is good and sovereign. Tomorrow I will talk about Thursday and all we've done to the house, etc. Thank you for all who already knew and for all the prayers!