Stolen...

Why is it that when one bad thing happens, it is usually followed by more bad things? Last night, I got home from work as usual and ran into the house to change my clothes before heading off to the gym. I opened the front door to find Kevin cleaning up a giant mess...AJ had puked in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom and he had it on his paws. :-( So, I decided to clean the house and take care of AJ. I got up this morning to go to work and realized I left my purse in my car...no big deal...until I go to my car and realize my purse was gone. Not knowing what to do, I burst into tears and called 911. The officer arrived within 15 minutes and was very understanding. He offered to drive around and see if he saw my purse dumped anywhere but if the thief knew anything about purses, I doubt he would dump a Dooney & Burke purse with a Coach wallet and Sunglasses. It makes me sick to think someone stole my purse out of my driveway in my locked car but in the end, it is all just material things. No one was hurt and that's really the positive side. This situation couldn't have been handled better without the help of my loving husband who stayed home to drive me around (since I have no license), the understanding officer, the worker at the MVA who didn't hassle me for not having any identification, the friendly staff at the library and a few good friends who were willing to make some phone calls for me at 6:30 in the morning.