Came home early afternoon to find that there had been an attempted burglary at our home. They had obviously been interrupted or scared off or maybe the door didn't open quickly/easy enough but there is still a bloody great big screwdriver jimmy dent in our door and now we are waiting for forensics as apparently there has been a spate of break-ins lately. I now feel like scooping DD up (DH works nights 90 odd miles away) and running off to the local PremierInn. I won't but AIBU to feel uneasy? I am definitely in mama bear mode and am furious that someone would attempt to break into our home but part of me feel really scared in case they come back. Has anyone else been through anything similar? I need to just stop being a baby don't I?