Wanted: Mother of three for theft

So I don't know if any of you remember my uncomfortable "Liar, Liar" post (it can be found here) http://kaidavis12.blogspot.com/2007/10/liar-liar.html

Well, it seems I have found myself in another predicament.

My name is Amy Davis, and apparently, I'm a thief.
Let me explain.
Today when I dropped Cambria off at school, I noticed that the DI (Desert Industries) storage bin was in our church parking lot and it just happend to be open. I thought "Great! I can finally get rid of all the things that I have been saving to donate!"

I went home and filled up my van with 10 enormous bags full of clothes, toys and shoes. My van was stuffed. I am not exaggerating when I say I had a lot of things to donate.

I drove to the church parking lot and backed my van up to the open container door and began to unload. In the process, Kiera saw a "cute" pink plastic table and chair. It was very used and dirty. When I picked it up a side pocket was full of fruity pebbles. She asked if she could have it. I gave in after a little back and forth conversation and said she could. I didn't really think that it was a big deal because who ever put it there didn't want it and I had dropped off more than enough stuff for me to think it was a fair trade. I also found a very cute and small statue of Christ knocking on a door without a handle so, I took it too.

I put them in the car and I heard a man yelling in the distance, "Hey, Hey!" It barely registered since it was so far away. As I looked up from my car I saw a man standing at the entrance to the Stake center staring at me with his hand on his hip. It was a good distance away so it still took a minute to register in my brain that he didn't think I was emptying my van of belongings to donate, He thought I was filling my van with free stuff.

I suddenly felt hot and bothered even though I felt like I had done nothing wrong. The mere thought of him thinking me a thief disturbed me. Had he approached me surely he would have been able to see how my belongings filled the entire left wall of the containment unit. Still I felt guilty. I put Kiera back in the car and drove the long way home. My house is just on the other side of the stake center. It would have taken me less that a minute to get to the safety of my garage, but instead, I took the longer 4 minute drive home to avoid driving passed this man. I felt a little more chagrined when my daughter said to me: "Why are we driving this way to get home? Is it so you don't have to see that man who yelled 'hey'." I said yes and I had to laugh.

I returned to the scene of my crime two more times to unload different baby blankets, clothes, children's chairs and toys. I sure gave a lot more than I took, but still I feel guilty. I may take the pink table and chair back, but I am keeping the statue of Christ.