Surfing through the shit

First, I would like to apologize to my grandma and my parents for saying the s-word in my blog.

Moving along ... I would like to commentate a little about my life currently.

I was thinking earlier in the week about writing a post about how our house is in shambles due to getting it ready for the move -- closets emptied, attic emptied, all in multiple piles to sort through for getting rid of or, "sell day" as Abe calls it (aka the garage sale this week). On Sunday Jake, and a few of his nice friends, ripped out our carpet in preparation for our new carpet to be installed. That in itself turned our family's little routined life upside down. I never realized how much our family thrived on routine until suddenly we had no carpet downstairs, and piles of our belongings in our kitchen.

But, we made it through the carpet installation, and we have started the process of sorting through our possession of baseball cards from the 90s, trophies won when Jake was 12, and tons and tons of toys that the boys had. Still, our tiny room off the kitchen is filled with stuff. Ward even said, "You guys have A LOT of stuff." Yes, indeed, we have a lot of stuff.

Even so, I remained positive. "Jake," I said,"We ARE making progress. Let's just think of this as an adventure." The adventure I am referring to is the adventure of pouring money into our house, fixing it up, going through the clutter, and putting our house up for sale, all the while unknowing if we will even sell it. I mean, we needed a little adventure in our lives, right?

Then comes today, when in the chaos of our house, and our usual mornings, I manage to dress the kids, feed the kids, pack a bag to workout (bonus points for me, right?) and head off to their daycare. I head inside just like a normal day. The only car in the parking lot, in broad daylight. Drop them off, and head back to my car. When I get back in, I search for my phone in my purse out of habit. It is not there, but I think in all the craziness I had just left it at home.

I get home and my purse is nowhere to be found. Yep. That's because it was taken from my car. At their daycare. In broad daylight. Within 10 minutes.

I find this just a little ironic because I recently saw this commercial where a family gets robbed -- all except their computer. Apparently their computer was "too old" for the robbers to take. The family walks in -- mom, dad, and son -- and are shocked about all of their belongings being gone. Then, the go to Best Buy and buy a new computer that "won't get stolen." I remember watching that commercial thinking, "This is horrible! Think about people that really get all of their stuff stolen." Well, I can tell you, IT SUCKS.

Luckily, the bank has been great, and I don't think too much damage has been done. The perpetrator tried to make a $9,999,999 charge as a last gasp, I suppose, to our bank account after everything has been cancelled. I find a little bit of humor in that. However, I am totally creeped out at the person that was watching me and my children this morning and took my purse, wallet, and phone. It is a total violation.

It brings me back to the same feeling I had when I was in high school and my car (well, my parents car that I was going to drive) was stolen right out of our driveway. I slept on the floor in my parents room for about a week. It was creepy. These people knew where we lived. That is how I feel now. They have all of my information. They have photos of my kids. They know where my kids go every day. Not Cool.

So, I am trying to process this. I am trying to take "life's waves and ride them with effortless grace" (as my favorite book "Conquest of Mind" says). But it is really, really hard.

I can only hope that this is happening for some reason to teach me some sort of lesson or put something in perspective. I don't know. In the meantime, thank you for listening to my rant.