Sunshine and Clouds

It's been a long and really weird day, today. It started at 5:30, when I got up to get Elena ready for school, because I'd forgotten that James reset my alarm clock, yesterday. Going back to bed was no longer an option, once I'd realized what had happened, so we rolled with it. We hunted mittens (only found 1 of 4), ambled to school, waited a couple of minutes for the office staff to unlock the front door, then grabbed a hot breakfast. It was a great morning. Back at home, I watched the weather report and realized that if we were getting snow on Friday, I needed to get over to our storage unit to pull out the kids' serious winter gear. Out the door I went, then right back in for a bucket of water and a scrub brush because my car had been egged. Thank goodness it's winter, not summer, and it came right off. Once I got to the storage place, I realized I couldn't remember the code to get into our hallway (it's an inside unit on a secured hallway). I tried a ton of stuff but was just stumped. I went to the office and get the guy in there to come help me. Ah ha! I had the code backward! I ran inside, real quick, to see if they'd slapped an extra lock on since I'd had problems, earlier, getting it to lock right and management had asked us to fix it or they'd lock us out. Great! No new lock (and no follow-up letters, at home) so we must have secured it fine. The first thing I saw when I pulled up the door was an empty envelope from a letter I had sent Jonathan while he was in Spain--it was on the floor, partway under a box. "That's odd. Something must have shifted." I got the door all the way up and gasped in horror at the huge gaping hole in our stuff. Then I noticed that the rest of it was *not* in the same place (or condition) it had been, the last time I'd been in there. I slammed the lock back on, zipped back to the office, and called home in a panic. No, he hadn't taken anything out. The office guy and I went back out, I got Jonathan over, we took pictures and filed a police report. But a third of our stuff is gone. The kids' vintage-style pedal-car is gone, for sure. I'm not sure what else is missing but my flute was in there, as was my china, my porcelain dolls, a whole box of Jonathan's collectibles and my favorite leather boots. I need to go through everything and assess the damage. If anyone can watch my boys while I do this, tomorrow morning, that'd be awesome.