Ty has been gone on a work trip since Tuesday morning. He returns tomorrow evening and we can’t wait
to have him back! It’s just not the same
without him. Somehow the house seems
empty. I guess without a beasticle
lumbering around it is pretty quiet too.
Skippy is super needy toward me which annoys the bejesus out of me. He’s a huge daddy’s boy and lays all over me
and meows a lot due to the deep depression he falls into during Ty’s
absence. Harper is more on edge and
growls more. It’s just different.
Seriously cat? How am I supposed to get anything done? |
I have never liked living alone. I have always pretty much loathed it. I went from living with my parents to living
with 3 roommates all throughout college to living alone. It was a difficult adjustment. I didn’t just get lonely, I got scared and
creeped out. There were many nights I
convinced myself someone was on my porch.
I would be awake until the wee hours of the morning periodically peering
through my bedroom window to make sure there wasn’t anyone there.
One night the power went out while I was in the shower. I’ve never been a fan of showering when no
one else is in the house, especially at night.
I immediately freaked out convinced someone had turned the power out and
was coming in to get me. I called for
Harper and she wouldn’t come. I was too
scared to get out of the shower so I started calling for Skippy. It didn’t matter who came, I just needed some
moral support! I finally worked up the
courage to get out of the shower and shrieked when I stepped on something
before realizing it was Skippy. He had
answered my calls, what a good boy! In
Harper’s defense she is deathly afraid of baths and must have assumed I was
going to give her one.
With all of that being said, you understand what a basket
case I am when I am home alone during the night. Daytime I’m fine, the sun starts to set, no
bueno.
This morning was an interesting morning. I was getting dressed when I heard a loud
crash accompanied by the scratching of Harper’s nails on the floor as she
frantically ran on the hard wood. I was
just leaving my room to investigate when Harper came prancing down the hallway
and proudly dropped a dead mouse onto the floor. I tried to convince Harper to pick the mouse
back up so I could send her outside to leave it out there. She wasn’t interested. I very calmly went to the garage, got one of
Ty’s work gloves and a sack, and deposited the mouse into the sack and then
into the trash. I was very proud of
myself. Ty can share a similar dead
mouse story with a very different outcome.
Really wishing Ty had been around moment #1.
Harper Lee, Mouse Killer |
As I was backing out of the driveway to leave for work I
started to look around for my phone. I
realized it was still on the trunk of the car where I set it to load
Carter. Luckily it hadn’t fallen
off. I swear my Otter Box is like Velcro,
that thing is amazing!
I dropped Carter off at daycare without any incidents and
arrived at work where I realized I had forgotten to give Carter his morning
dose of medicine which led to me running home to pick it up during my plan time
so I could give it to him at lunch. As I
was heading back to work I realized I had forgotten the dropper to give him the
medicine with, so I ran back inside to grab it.
Right as I was getting ready to get into the shower this
evening Harper started walking around the house growling. I seriously think she purposely does stuff
like that to get me worked up. What the
heck! So I did what any rational human
being would do, I showered with the shower curtain half-way open. Not sure what good that would do, but it made
me feel better to be able to see out.
Made me wish Ty was around so I could enjoy my shower like a normal
person.
There has also been some random beeping noise going off
since yesterday evening. At first I
thought it may be our smoke detector, but it wasn’t. I still haven’t located it, but assume it
must be a game in our game basket running out of batteries. I need to go find it because it’s driving me
nuts and part of me thinks it may be a bomb planted because obviously I would
be the target of such an attack.
Last night I slept with the kitchen light on and Skippy at
my feet. I fell asleep really quickly
and didn’t get too freaked out. I’m
hoping to repeat that tonight, wish me luck!
All said and done we will meet Ty at the door with smiling faces,
wagging tails, and happy hearts tomorrow.
Our family just isn’t whole without him!
Harper Lee, Grammy's good girl!
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