It's Raining ... It's Pouring ... The Old Man Better Wake Up Fast!

So, it's been a humdinger of a week. Ya' know -

* Being sick and all ...

* Accumulating 17 hours waiting in the ER to be told, "See your doctor next week, you should be fine..."

* Waiting around for contractors whose live by the (apparent) town motto of "Whenever" ...

* Being robbed...

Yep.

Robbed.

And it's only Tuesday.

It appears our garage was broken into at some point while we were enjoying our visit to the ER. They took an automotive blanket that John had put under the car to protect the new cement floor, and loaded it up with an extensive portion of his expensive tools. They took alot of loose tools, and at least one complete drawer of his actual tool box (with tools).

Since we are nowhere near unpacked, and most of our stuff was stored in boxes in the garage, we aren't even sure what else is gone yet. Over the last two weeks, we've been through some of the boxes, so they were already open and easily accessible.

Ugh.

So, on top of everything else on the list o'things to do tomorrow, we've added:

* Go through stuff in garage and try to remember what was in the boxes, tool chests, etc.

* Call police and file report.

* Call insurance and file claim.

The worst part is most of what we easily identified as missing was the set of tools my dad gave John before he passed away. John is heartbroken over that- he loved my dad like a son.

Of course, the kids are shook up and worried they will come back and try to get in the house.

Ugh.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.