Stolen

So although this has little to do with the life of my adorable little baby, the most recent events have dramatically impacted the life in the Harvey household. When we came home from a nice, long Thanksgiving weekend, we got a phone call from my brother (who lived with us) that our house was burglarized. For those of you who remember, our car was stolen out of our garage in the middle of the night about 10 months ago. We told eachtoher that it was okay because we had a detached garage. They weren't in our house, they didn't invade our personal space, no one was hurt, and we eventually got the car back. This time was different!

The so-called burlars, or low-life losers as I like to refer to them as, took a crow bar to our FRONT DOOR, broke the window down and stole about $11,000 worth of "stuff." I say "stuff" in quotations because its times like these where you realize that none of those material things matter. The Tv, the Wii, the PS3, the iPods, the kindles, and so on, and so on. . . dont matter. I care about the pictures I had of my new born baby, the video of her birth (that I will now never be able to view again), not to mention the fact that I will NEVER be able to spend a night in that house again. Its not a home. . . Its too scary, its too invaded, impersonal. . . Its not our house.

That Sunday, when we arrived "home," we immediately packed up the few personal items that still remained (aka the items we had with us while out of town) and moved in with my parents. Not super convenient, living 40 minutes north of the cities, commuting to work, living out of 1 bedroom, not having a routine, not having a plan, trying to sell our house, trying to buy a new house, try to decided if either of the latter is financially possible. Its stressful. Stress = anger, and anger = so many other issues. Its so difficult to maintain a positive attitude when you feel like your life has been stolen. I've cried, I've laughed at how ridiculous this whole thing is, I've yelled, I've accepted, I've prayed . . . so many emotions and so many thoughts floating around in my mind.

All in all, this is why I haven't blogged- no computer, no pictures, no nothing. BUT- I'm still here and I plan on continuing to blog on. Thanks to my momma for allowing me to use her computer!