Say it isn't so

Well, I was hoping that it was just rain that was glistening on the seat of my car because I forgot to close my car window during the rain last week on Wednesday, but I knew that was awfully weird.

After teaching my class at the Y, I approached my car in the parking lot only to find the driver's side rear window completely smashed out and my purse and all of the contents inside of it gone.

I went into super action stealth mode by bringing Sophia back in to Kidstuff and calling the police. I immediately began calling the one and only credit card company I knew the number for by heart. How could someone do this? What is wrong with people.

The police responded awfully slow considering they are a stones throw away from the front doors at the Y. I get it, I'm not a dire emergency, but come on.

The officer said the person was probably watching me in the parking lot and I next time should be "smarter" about hiding my purse under my seat in the back.

I finally got a hold of Hal and we slowly made our way home. Sophia sat in the back and I made her wear her sunglasses and turn her head away, just in case any glass shards came flying back at her.

Once home the chaos of remembering what was in my purse and calling began. It only took less than an hour for that person or people to ruin my first week of summer and spend WAY too much of our hard earned money.

Luckily, nobody was hurt. That is what I have to keep coming back to. For now, I am getting more exercise than my body has bargained for by pulling the wagon everywhere with Sophia. Things seem quite different. I kind of feel like I am 16 again. No car, no money, no access to several things. It is amazing that you take going to the grocery store for granted. Yep, can't do that either. I told Hal that they probably wouldn't let me write a check upon showing them I have no proof of id.

Now that things are starting to get back in order, I am really considering not carrying a purse at all. Too bad, that being a mom doesn't allow for this luxury. That purse was like a treasure chest of Goldfish, coloring stencils, and little trinkets for my tiny tot.

Well, if being a mom means that I am increasing my chances for someone to again snatch my purse......then so be it. I wouldn't change that for anything in the world.