Early bed time for me and Daddy last night. SmartyPants? Not so much. He was up till ten and crabby. It was thanks to the scorching heat and our less-than-capable AC. It was 87 degrees in our house yesterday evening. UGH. I can't even be mad at him for being crabby. All I ask is that we not take it out on each other. Now, stop. breathing. so. LOUD! See? I'm mature about this.
To set the scene: we have two dogs who get gated into the kitchen (doggy door lets them out as they please) and one loud-as-an-F5-tornado floor fan in the hallway to circulate the barely cooled air. Daddy got in bed a little before me and was dozing. Sometime after I dozed off, Daddy's head jerked toward the hallway, all meerkat-like. He had a terribly long, hot day at work and so I announced that I would check for the mystery sound (which I knew what the dogs being obnoxious in the kitchen. He reminded me to double check that all the doors were locked. Uh, duh. I am patrolling the house and realize that the front door was, in fact, NOT LOCKED. Oh schnitzel!
Now my heart is racing and I am on high alert. Of course, I don't want to alarm Daddy and certainly don't want to wake up SmartyPants or get the dogs riled up. So I walk around the house again, checking behind doors and double, triple checking on SmartyPants. I am sure that there is some sort of burglar/rapist/sicko hiding behind one of the doors. I even checked the pantry. A person couldn't get in there. The kid can't even fit in there. Not. the. point. Thankfully the house was free of intruders and I made my way back to bed (but not before tripping over the stupid fan).
When I got to my side of the bed, Daddy uttered a very grateful but sleepy "Thank you" when I announced the sector was secure. Still, I laid in bed for an hour running through my mind every scenario in which someone had breached our loving, safe home. I am pretty sure that no matter where I am should someone dare to break in, I can get to a weapon and go Jack Bauer on the creepo.
I have a kid to protect, ladies and gents.
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