Robbed

I came home this afternoon with every intention of writing a blog post about my terrible visit to the Secretary of State's office.

But instead I found our home had been burglarized.

Someone came in the back door.

Went up to our master bedroom,.

Stole my laptop. 

Stole my husband's iPad (his post-deployment present) and his Nook our of his nightstand. 

Rifled arond in my nighstand.

Pulled belongings from my closet.

And stole our fire-proof document box out of my husband's office.

You know.  The one with all our social security cards.  And birth certificates.  And passports.  And every letter my dear, sweet husband wrote me over the course of two deployments.

And went right out the front door.  It was still wide open when I got home.

I have been crying for hours.  It will be a huge task to try and take care of monitoring our identities, and contacting all the various agencies to replace those precious documents.

But who is going to replace my peace of mind?