Broken

Today my "super daddy" husband came home long enough for me to go to the grocery store by myself, just so he could go back to work later.  (I called him super daddy because since I have been sick he has been trying to step up his work load at work.  Notice I said trying.)

It's funny that normally I jump at the chance to spend some time alone.  Yes, I love my girls.  Yes, I love my husband.  But it is so enjoyable to just sit in the car by myself and listen to nothing.  That's right, nothing. 

So since I am by myself, I'm not spending the time at the spa, but being along at the store is a close second.  I normally would amble around, lolly-gagging, but since this is still a chore, I like to get in, and get out.

No sooner do I pull into the driveway feeling refreshed, but to my surprise I find that someone has broken into my house.  Supper daddy left with the girls for a total of 10 minutes, and within that time, our tv, and all of my jewelry was stolen.

For the first time I think ever in my life, I was speechless.  Never in my life have I ever felt so vulnerable.  Never.  There I was, in my front yard, with two screaming children, frantically calling the police.  I may have well have been standing there naked, for the entire neighborhood to see.  I was stunned.  Shocked.  Still am.  10 minutes.  10 minutes.  And then your mind fills with what if's.  What if I went to the grocery store later in the day?  What if super daddy was home all night?  What if?  What if......

After I started to get over the deer in the headlights feeling, I went back into mommy mode.  Got the kids fed, and literally started washing everything with bleach that was touched by someone other than me.  Let me say it again, never in my life have I ever felt so vulnerable.  Never.

Now, it's time to pick up the pieces and move on.  What else can I do?  I can't let on that every time I look at the front door I get sick to my stomach.  The girls need to know that it is going to be OK.  It is not the end of the world, and it really could have been a lot worse.  Every family member is accounted for, and not one scratch on any of us.

Forgive me now, if I seem a little rude.  My threshold has been broken, literally, and it is going to take some time to build it back up.

By the way, who ever it was that took my television, you left the remote.

Ahh....the things my children make me do.  Honestly, it if weren't for them, I would probably still be standing in the front yard, naked.