Last night as a dutiful wife I was in bed at the reasonable time of 8:30pm. I spent about an hour waiting for the kids to really settle down, then another half hour of sneaking my IPod under the blankets playing Bejeweled. Finally, I was about to drift off...when Cubby started barking. Cubby is a wonderful dog, he only barks if someone other then the immediate family is at the door, and then only until I ask him to stop. Cubby has never barked in the late hours of the night. Of course I had to see what was wrong. When I called him down the hall to my room he came with a defensive posture turning his back on me and growling toward the front of the house. I asked what's wrong and he cautiously started down the hall. By the time I reached him, he took it as his cue to run to our big back window and freak out in a way I've never seen before. That is when I noticed the silhouette of someone standing 3 feet from our back door. With Cubby attacking the window they seemed to take the hint and rather quickly went for the gate heading out.
I was not excited to realize Cubby wasn't picking up a bad habit but really had something to be worked up about. I woke Jarom and while he took in my story and prepared to investigate we heard a car start and pull out of our street rather quickly. Well, my man turned on lights, double checked every lock and child, declared the house as safe as it can get, patted Cubby on the head and snuggled his shaking wife until she could fall asleep. I woke when his alarm went off (wasn't there any way he could call in just this once so I wouldn't be alone??), and did not really fall asleep again.
I must admit I've gotten pretty dang good at letting things go. I don't tend to let stress, anger or fear dictate my life for long; so I faced today with renewed courage and determination. I took it in stride while making a Dr. appointment for Sarah this morning (now our family's 6th visit to a Dr./Urgent Care/ER in 3 weeks). I wasn't thrilled when Jarom called to tell me he was already an hour late getting off and would be even later, but at least he called and we could coordinated schedules. It was while standing at the "closed for a lunch break" pharmacy he delivered the really bad news...He was needed back at work by 9pm and I would get to spend the afternoon and evening trying to keep the kids quite so he could sleep. (I've not forgotten where my story started, I'm just sharing the key details.) Worse yet, I will be spending the night at home alone with the Creeper. Oh yeah, and since we can't use our garage if Creeper decides to come by again tonight He'll notice that my Husband's car is gone.
As my Mom reminded me (after I broke down and asked her to spend the night with me so I wouldn't be the only adult home in the event the Creeper makes it into the house) I'm not defenseless. I have a choice of weapons, a home alarm system, a cell phone and a Super Cubby. Somehow, as I sit here alone listening to every noise of the house these things aren't quite enough to comfort me.
I might be able to get some sleep, but my meditation counting isn't going to be enough to stave off this stress. Too bad Cubby is such a good dog, he always sleeps right where we've trained him to (in the girls bathroom) so he won't be in the bedroom to keep me company. (For the record my Mom was willing to drive all the way over here and stay the night but she had important things to attend to at home.)
I did mention I'm attempting to live my life with more optimism right... Here is the proof as I share the second part of my Super Cubby post. A happier part which I felt was worthy of adding to the online world but didn't have time for until now. Anna wrote this book all on her own a couple of months ago. I'm really proud of her I think she did an excellent job.
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