Bye Bye Car

Our car was stolen from in front of our house. Our 14 year old little white Altima that rocks on gas mileage. I hadn't been anywhere in two days. My neighbor came over for a visit yesterday and mentioned that she thought I was gone because she didn't see the car. I blew it off because from her house it is usually hidden by the Pathfinder. She visited for a couple of hours and then left to put her little ones down for a nap. She came back about an hour later to make sure I knew the car really wasn't there. I went outside to look and sure enough, no car. Just an empty space on the driveway.

We called the police. A very nice officer came and filed a report. We called the insurance company. I'm waiting to hear from the adjuster. The car seats were in the car so we can't go anywhere. It's okay. I don't need to go anywhere - except to buy new car seats.

I kept trying to figure out if maybe it wasn't stolen and I had just forgotten it somewhere. You know, you set the keys down and forget where you put them. Maybe I forgot and left the car at the store or something. Just blanked on the long walk home without the car.

I don't feel angry or violated. I am almost amused. Kind of a disbelief. Not an outraged "Why would anyone do this to us," but a "Why would anyone bother?" Yet, I am irritated at the inconvience. Now I have to deal with the police. Now I have to deal with the car insurance company. If we don't get the car back or it comes back destroyed we won't get enough for it to replace it with anything substantial and we can't afford a car payment. If we do get it back will it be just icky enough inside to be icky yet just okay enough to get nothing and be stuck with an icky car. Will the car seats be there and if they are will I trust using them to safely hold my children.

It's an old car but we know it well and we trust it. Now I'm just bugged. Ugg.