Steve is rarely ever gone. This is one of the parts of his job I am so incredibly thankful for! Aside from some looooong days as the only parent, I...well...just get creeped out at night in this house when I'm here alone.
I remember when I was home alone as a kid-now, when I say "kid" I mean like - 14 - I would get really creeped out by my house at night. I would tell myself that it was the same ol' house that I was in every other night. I think you just get hyper-aware of every little thing that makes a sound. I find myself like peeeeeeeking around the doors and looking past every window i see. I'd turn on the alarm but then I'd forget about it and my husband would come in and set it off.
Pass the mustard . . .
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