I’ve said that blogging is my therapy- it helps me get through the crappiest of situations…
Well, I guess I’ll give it a try today.
What’s missing from this picture?…
…oh nothing huge, just our freakin’ 2005 Z71 White Chevy Suburban (fully paid off)…
with a Texas A&M Association of Former Students sticker and Aggie decal on the back… (you know, just in case you guys happen to see it drive by).
Yep, that’s right kiddos…I’m sorry, but someone stole Mommy’s car right out of her driveway Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.
I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!!!!!!
(and yep, we are still in our jammies—its been a couple of “those” days. don’t judge.)
Lets do a little recap of my Tuesday (just for the heck of it). I was in a crazy “Suz-redecorating-spring cleaning” mood. I decided to box up a billion toys that were never used. It feels so good to get rid of “stuff” you don’t need, amen?
While in my frenzy- I decided that I was going to do some major room reorganization- both downstairs and upstairs.
Tsk, I hope it was worth it…
I took out the leather sofa sectional and moved it upstairs…I was able to bring in 3 different pieces of furniture that had been sitting in the garage- collecting dust for years…….but in order to do that, I had to back out the burb, into our driveway, to make room to maneuver. *(boy- that smooth move is going to come back to bite me in the behind later!)*
I did LOTS and LOTS of cleaning…notice the vacuum cleaner- full of Shiloh hair. Yuck. There were ungodly things that I found behind those couches.
I wanted the upstairs to be a cozy, comfy lounge area for the kids to watch movies and such.
Its still a work in progress…
I also wanted to make room in the garage for this little kitchen that we are giving to the Tarrant Twins…I knew Liz was coming over the next day or so and didn’t mind keeping my burb in the driveway until then to make room.
Awesome. We HARDLY EVER leave our burb in the driveway. I can count on my fingers how many times it has spent the night in our driveway…
So, Joe gets ready to leave for work on Wednesday morning around 7am and kisses me goodbye while I’m still laying in bed---about to get up and get dressed for work… get the kids dressed and ready for school… you know the drill.
All of a sudden, Joe comes rushing back inside and says, “SUZ. WHERE’S THE BURB?!………WHERE IS THE SUBURBAN?!!!”
Wow. I am still totally out of it and sleepy---my mind just absolutely cannot comprehend the words that are coming out of his mouth.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHERE IS THE SUBURBAN?!!!”
PANIC ATTACK. We both rush outside and just stare blankly for what seems like eternity (probably only about 10-15 seconds)… my heart is pounding out of my chest… it is hard to swallow… I feel dizzy…
The next hour was pretty much a blur.
Cops were called. Reports were taken. And the best part???--- I realized that my wallet was in the console. Yep. Awesome. FREEEEEAKING awesome. I had taken the kids with me to run errands and pick up pizza. I didn’t have enough hands to carry everything in---so instead of making multiple trips, I just threw it in the console and got inside.
Hey, I locked the doors! That’s good enough, right?!
Joe and I are re-playing all of the what-ifs in our minds. He even contemplated bringing the burb into the garage, but was like, “ehhh…what the heck…it will be perfectly fine in our driveway…its not supposed to storm or anything.”
So, I spent all morning on two phones, calling and cancelling everything under the sun. They had already tried to make hundreds of dollars worth of credit card swipes between 2-3am in Plano and Dallas (so, I’m guessing it was stolen around 1:45am).
Peeps- I’m telling you now, go get your wallets out of your car. Take anything valuable out of your wallet. And if you have a garage---don’t EVER leave your car out in the driveway.
Sure we had ipods, dvd’s, 4 brand spankin new carseats in the burb…
but the items that hurt the most- are some hand-made Aggie blankets, from our good friend’s mom (Mrs. Sheedy) that the kids took everywhere. OUCH.
Sentimental stuff, ya know? That one hurt.
I’m usually a pretty positive person, but I must admit that I have been down in the dumps- throwing pity parties for myself. Joe, on the other hand, has been awesome. I’m just completely bummed…laying around in t-shirts and boxer shorts…not wanting to do anything. (Ethan just snapped this shot of me. Lovely.)
So, I am writing this post as one last chance to tell the story and now, I’m going to be done with it. Bad things happen. Time to move on. Chin up, chest out. Its all about perspective. Remember what you have been blessed with and shut your pie hole.
I’m looking forward to this weekend! Joe has made some special plans for my bday and I cannot wait. My birthday falls on Mother’s Day this year (Sunday)---so it will be extra special.
Thanks for your prayers and positive energy. I think I’m turning the corner!