Yes.. this time last week, actually to the hour.. we had strangers in our home. They broke in while we were at church. They climbed in through the boys bedroom window and let themselves out through the patio door. They took multiple things.. but what hurt the most was our big computer that had all of my children's baby pictures on it. It makes me sick to think of all those memories.. just gone.
When someone breaks into your home, they don't just rob you of your things.. they rob you of so much more. They rob you of that sense of peace and security that you are supposed to feel while you are in your home. This last week has been hard for me. I have not been sleeping well at night. Every time the dogs bark or I think I hear a noise, my eyes seem to shoot open with some kind of incredible force. No matter how tired I am, they open.. and then I feel that I can not go back to sleep until I check on the kids and the house. I seriously hate that feeling.. It is miserable.
Last night was the worst. I woke up multiple times and then had a nightmare that someone had come in and taken Ayla. I jumped out of bed to go check on her. I ran to her room and she was not in her bed, then I ran to the living room because sometimes the kids will kind of sleep walk out there and crash on the couch. She was not there either. I hit the boys room and at this point was starting to feel sick. I mean, the dream was so vivid. It felt so real. So I ran back to our room to wake Garran up and tell him that I could not find her, only to walk in and see her laying in the bed right next to where I had been.
My heart about sank to my stomach.
I hope this feeling goes away soon. I hate feeling the need to panic at every little sound. I don't wish being robbed on anyone.. I am hopeful we will get our things back due to the fact that we had serial numbers for most of the items and they got finger prints....but maybe that is just wishful thinking. I have yet to even hear from a detective, so we will see.
