Thursday I came home as usually, wrote a shopping list, turned on the oven for lasagna and went to pick up Amanda from her gym. It was a quarter past 5 - and I had to buy some things before picking her up and going home. We were home a quarter past 6 - and it took us some minutes to get out of the car with all the bags. When I came inside I could see some folders lieing on the floor and thought it was kind of weird. Then I saw all Amandas drawing was pulled out of a big box we had in a shelf, and thought that was weird too, as a creepy feeling hit me - This was not done by the cat ... At the same time an extreme cold from the kitchen got to me and I saw the window was open. When I got nearer I saw all the glass from the broken window. I got terrified when I realised we had a burglar - and I didn't know if he was still in the house - upstairs or in the basement. I picked up the phone and called Peter asking him to call the police because at the time I just got so scared, in case the person was still in the house. I took a kitchen knife and my daughter was standing close to me wide open eyes, just staring. The connection to Peter got lost before I was able to tell him why to call the police and I called them - but had to wait several minutes. When I reached them the woman told me they where busy, and I tried explaining to her, that I was home alone with my 8-year old and didn't know if the person was still in the house. They could be at our house within an hour, she said ... Luckikly at that same time Peter came home and I quickly told him about the situation, handed him the knife and he went upstairs. A window upstairs, out to the balcony, was open. But no person to be found. Everything was turned around, pulled out drawers. All my juvels are gone - all the things I inheritated from my grand ma and my mother. Things you cant get back. Also juvels I kept for my daughters, which they where going to have when they grow up. All savings we had lieing for our new kitchen, some of Peters stuff, and - believe it or not - even my 8-year old daughters birth juvels and bamtist juvels and even her toy-juvels with disney on, are gone. They even took some of her hair ribbons!! How LOW is that!!! She was so scared, Amanda. She always asks me in the evenings when going to bed, if a burglar would come, and I always promised her, the house was save! Now what? We waited for the police for 3 hours, in the mess and with an open window. Amanda fell asleep on the sofa, next to us, she was exhausted from crying and shaking. We called the police again and was told they where busy with a fire, and would not be able to come to our house untill midnight or next morning. So we agreed Friday morning would be better - even though it meant all tracks outside, then would be covered in snow. They also allowed us to close the window. We had to step over all the things in the bathroom to brush our teeth, and try not to be affected by all our belongings lieing around. That night we slept so horrible - because we heard noises all the time, we thought. I had to get up at 5.30 in the morning, because it was my last day at my old work, and I promised to bake a cake. I also promise Amanda could help me the evening before, but as you can imagine, that wasn't possible. The police came around 10.30 yesterday morning. All tracks in the snow was gone and they admitted, they were too late. The thief however, cut himself on the window glass, and they took some sambles from that. Then we got a lot of forms to fill with the missing belongings. I also got an appointment with a juvel store who is going to help me value the missing juvels. We also had a woodworker out, putting up some wood in front of the window, untill we can get the window fixed ... Does a burglar even THINK about all the work people have after they decide to rape their house? Do they even THINK about the affect it has on a child? It is not about the value of the juvels, which are missing, but the feeling you lost a family member, again, because these juvels was the last personal things you had as a memory of that person. I am not sure how to explain it - but it feels horrible. Something you where suppose to take good care of and treasure, was just ripped away. And a stranger has been going through your things - your personal drawers and even your childs drawers. I really feel my house was raped. It is so cross-bording - and my house feels strange and unsafe now - compared to before, where I felt nothing could harm us in here. The money and juvels are just 'items' - but it hurts still. What is good is, that the kitten, the chincilla and the bird was unharmed - and my daughter too. What is lucky is, that we did not caught them face to face in the act - and that they where fast enough to get out. I hope they get the fuckers!