Creepy Feeling

I know I haven't blogged much...I'm in that phase of 3 kid birthdays in 4 weeks.   So when that passes I will post something more.  But for today, I hate feeling creepy and that is the title of this.  Back story, I went to get Brenna from preschool, came home and we were in the kitchen.  Brenna says to me.  I saw something come out of your room.  Maybe Erin is home sick.  I look down the hall and nothing.  I pick up my keys and purse and whisper to Brenna to go get in the car.  We high tail it out to the garage.  I pull out of the driveway and stop in front of my house.  Think...I glanced at the doors on the way out. All were locked.  I pull over lock the car and walk around the side.  Of course there are a single pair of tracks in the snow that lead from my back door to the playset, over to the back of the fence and then back to my door.  Crap.  I get back in my car.  I think... my neighbor works with the sheriffs dept, thats a possibility, do I call 911 based on my 5 year old who thinks she saw something in the hall?  No movement at the house.  I pull out my cell phone... Its dead.  Nice.  I forgot to plug it in and its been having problems for the last day or so.  I wait.  I get out again, this time I go into the back yard to investigate the tracks a bit closer.  Still unusual but note they are small with boot tread.  Kinda like Matthews size.  Okay, I decide to go in and check it out.  If someone had been in the house they have had plenty of time to leave from the back.  I lock Brenna in the Armada away from the house.  I go in and check every surface, closet, under beds (sigh, the reality of cleaning is now taking over the creepy), and decide no one is there.  We go back inside.  I plug in my phone and now I just feel creepy and depressed about what cleaning I need to do.  Ignorance is bliss.  I don't recommend viewing your home from the floor.