Last week, I got home from work only to discover our front door unlocked. Of course this was after the girls and I were already inside (we come in through the garage).
Then, I watched Grey’s Anatomy. Rerun.
So, I hunkered down to work on some blog designs. But, I left the TV on because Mr. Serious was out of town. I needed something to cut out the quiet. Next time, I’ll go with Pandora.
I watched the Serious household boycotted show Private Practice. Too much drama. Too much "getting it on" with other characters (although, saying that out loud isn’t pretty hypocritical because the same thing happens on Grey’s).
What a terrible horrible no good very bad decision.
The show? About a horrible attack and rape of one of the main female doctors (Charlotte, I think).
The whole show was about her attack and her attacker.
Every single noise I heard made me jump.
Remember how the front door was left unlocked?
All of a sudden, mid-work, my wireless connection went out.
I sat in the chair trying not to move…you know that so still you do when you are scared and you think nobody will know you are there if you don’t move? That was me.
Because I totally thought that somebody came in the house during the day, didn’t touch anything and was silently waiting in our bonus room where the network stuff is. Waiting to lure me in by killing our wireless.
So I sat some more. And waited about 15 minutes. Then, I turned on ALL of the lights. I contemplated going into the kitchen first and getting a knife. But I thought I’d probably be the one getting hurt with my own knife if I grabbed it. So, I decided against it.
I finally went into the bonus room. There wasn’t anybody in there waiting for me. But, I still had to nervously sit in the room and wait the several minutes while everything was reset.
So, I worked a little more and finally went upstairs to bed.
Bed. Where I laid awake for a couple more hours. I tried reading on the Kindle (thanks Mr. Serious for leaving it). I tried checking facebook on my phone.
I watched the clock rollover to 1am.
At some point, I finally fell asleep (with several lights still on, of course).
And, I only had two more days of this solo parent craziness.
Two more days of vowing not to watch anything scary on TV. Trying not to jump at the noises. Trying not to think about somebody trying to get me.
Please tell me it’s not just me. I’m not the only scaredy cat when home alone. I’m not the only one to freak when the husband is away. When everybody in the house is only relying on me, right? Right?
Thank goodness, he’s home now. With no plans for a trip in the future. All of you mommas with traveling husbands, I don’t know how you do it. You all are very brave.
(On the flip side. I did find the remote that was missing for over a week. And, I got help repairing our wireless network so devices like our Kindle and wii can connect. Yay productivity!)