The Police Just Left My House

Good title, huh? But for real, the police just left my house because my car was stolen. Who steels a 10 year old car?



Steve was at my house the other day with the kids. I got back from wherever I was and blocked him in. When he left I had him move my car to the street (cause I'm lazy). It was there the next day (that is, yesterday- wednesday). Last night I saw it before going to bed. Today, maybe around 9-10am I'm sitting in the living room feeding the cute baby and I notice my neighbors pulling into their normal spot, where my car should be! omg. where's my car?!?!?! My first thought is that steve moved it, or it was towed. I talk to steve and he didn't move it. damn.



So I don't call to find out what's going on because I have a buncha kids being noisy in my house, and I can't very well go get it now anyway - and IF it had been stollen I would freak out. I waited till everyone was napping (a miracle!) around 3:30. They didn't tow my car. shitshitshitshitshit! I really thought they towed it for some stupid reason (they do that a lot). So they send some pretty boys over to my house so I can make a report. Good thing the kids were napping and I had time to straighten up! I would not want them to see how it looked an hour earlier! It needed vacuumed, though. I'm so embarrassed!



I can't stop shaking. I'm trying to be light hearted about this, but I'm not doing so well. I already lost it with Jonas. He's been pushing my buttons lately anyway. I think I'm going to vomit. This is too much!