So we survived the drama, there were a few fireworks, but nothing that couldn't be forgotten, I guess. It was just an eye opener. We just didn't live our lives that way, and that's fine.
So the jailbreak begins on that following Saturday. I don't think anyone would have said they had a great time, it was just kind of a waste of time. I was certainly looking to have some fun and so was my wife. That didn't happen. My daughter got better with antibiotics but she was down and out for three out of the six days. It basically was a wash out.
So we pack up the cars act civilly to everyone and head on home on that next Saturday. We promised ourselves, we would never go away with multiple friends and kids again. We stuck to that promise. So we pull up to our little house in the suburbs of Boston, and we had two cars so I got there probably half an hour after my wife and daughter and I see my daughter hysterically crying on our front lawn. I am completely at a loss. Them I see my wife come out of our house crying and pale white, there was no color in here face. I ran up and asked what's the matter. She said to me three words, WE WERE ROBBED! Robbed? No when she said robbed I figured they kicked in the door and stole some TVs and stereo equipment. NO the house was essentially cleaned out! Furniture, Phones, stereo equipment, TVs, Clothes, shoes, lamps, even my daughters piggy bank! We were devastated! We called the police and the officer that came was looking at us, like we staged it! I felt like we were being interrogated. It was one of the worst feelings I have ever felt. They even dumped everything out of our freezer, so it smelled wonderful in the middle of the summer. I'll never forget looking for my sneakers in my closet a week later, and I couldn't find them and then it hit me... They even stole my basketball sneakers!! But that was on a Saturday, and it was back to work that Monday. Shake it off Joe, it is time to get back to work. Unreal, sad, but that's life right?