You guys, I did it. I survived four days and three nights in my big, new house ALL BY MYSELF. Well, Murphy was there, but otherwise I was ALL BY MYSELF.
Allan was in New Mexico on business, enjoying spring-like temperatures and being a brat.
I was home in 15-20 degree below average Raleigh, ALL BY MYSELF.
I was especially nervous about my predicament for two reasons. One, this house is more than double the square footage of the townhouse. What does that have to do with anything? Well, there are twice as many square feet in which the knife-wielding serial rapist can hide.
Two, we don’t have an alarm. Yet. In the townhouse, we had an alarm system. When set, if someone opened a door or a window, ear-destroying noises would spring from various corners of the house. And most likely, the serial rapist would run in the other direction.
But we don’t have that at the new house. I want to get it, I think we’re going to get it, but we don’t have it.
So I improvised.
It was me and the dog and the wind chimes against the world. And we won!
And last night, I slept. Screw romance (no pun intended), but when Allan gets home from a long trip, I get into bed as quickly as possible and go to sleeeeeeep. Sweet, sweet sleep. I do this after I smother him with kisses, by the way.
Other than for sleep reasons, I’m thrilled Allan’s home. I missed him. A lot. He’s my favorite.