My first night alone was totally fine...until I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep. I imagined that every little creak was a footstep. I convinced myself that I left the door unlocked and someone was going to come in and kill me. I tried to talk myself out of it. I prayed that God would protect me and then felt stupid for praying to be protected from an imaginary perpetrator. When my alarm went off I was still drifting in and out of dreams. Am I the only one who let's episodes of "Gangland" and "Law and Order" sneak into my sub-conscience at the least opportune moments? But I'm a big girl and I got over it. It's kind of nice having the house to myself, but who wouldn't miss this face???
PS: I am smart enough to know that there is no way I could paint all of those cabinets by myself. Especially before he gets home on Friday. I just thought daydreaming about it was fun. Can you imagine the face he would make if he came home to sea foam cabinets???
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