This week Cole is in Atlanta with the kids for Gold Rush, a youth conference, and so I'm home all along, sad and bored. I really hate it when he leaves. It's fun for about the first hour, then I realize that I could never make it living alone.
The first night as I got home from work I had all these good intentions of cleaning and organizing things, but rather than being productive I decided to turn on the tv for "just a minute" as I ate my ordered out pizza (yeah, I'm lame) and ended up getting sucked in for the next three hours! Which just made me mad at myself and even more lonely once I turned the tv off and was by myself with the silence. I tried to call Cole around 10:30 but he didn't answer. So I tried again at 11 and then gave up, figuring he was still out with the students.
As I tried to fall asleep while feeling sorry for myself, I kept hearing these thumping sounds like sounded like someone was knocking on the door! I tried to ignore it, but right as I would start to doze, I would hear it again. Now, I confess, I am a scaredy-cat and I can no longer watch even slightly scary movies because of how much they affect me. (I've been known to get mad and hide behind the couch if Cole doesn't turn off horror movie previws fast enough and I jump if he comes up behind me without saying anything.) So as I lay there, I thought to myself, "No worry. Cole just bought that new gun and it's loaded in the safe. I'll be fine." And then, "Maybe I'll just check the safe and make sure." So I rolled over and reached out to hit the combination on the safe. And guess what... it didn't open. I tried again, making sure I entered the right combination. Nope, still didn't open. So I'm laying there thinking, "Great, someone's knocking on the door at 11 at night, I'm home alone, and the gun my husband bought for moments like this is stuck in our new safe! Wonderful."
1. I get scared all the time.
ReplyDelete2. That would happen to me.