Sunday, March 27, 2011

Lonely Nights

Okay, so I don't like 2nd shift... or 3rd shift for that matter. I don't see how you wives handle it. It made me want to lose my mind. Last week Sweet Husband had to work 3:30-1:30 on Wednesday and Thursday and midnight to almost 8 am on Saturday morning. It was nice having him home during the day. Almost like a little treat to be able to be with him, but then that sweet little treat would get snatched away come mid afternoon nap.

Do you know how hard it is to sleep without someone beside you if you have for the past almost 7 years?!? I really noticed just how many sounds this house makes. I mean I am positive a murderer was trying to get in to me. I heard the noises. And Freddy Krueger was trying to come up my vent in the floor because I heard him scratching and there is one thing I learned when I was little... Freddy Krueger and The Devil come up through floor vents. I resisted the urge to call Sweet Husband every time the floor squeaked and I may or may not have slept with a medievall weapon under my bed. It looks like this. Don't mess with me.

Each night I'd finally fall asleep around midnight only to hear, "Mommy, mommy, mommy! Can I get in the bed with you??!?" Ended up all three nights with two little tykes in the bed with me. Nothing like having feet in your ribs AND your back at the same time. They did make me feel a little safer. Not sure what a 3 year old and 15 month old could do if the murderer had been able to get in, but it made me feel better. I guess my booby traps worked because nobody murdered us and I think I scared Freddy Krueger away when I turned up the Disney Channel. I bet you didn't know Freddy's scared of Hannah Montana did you? Or maybe it's just her voice that annoys him.. either way he never came up the vent.

Thankfully Sweet Husband is back to his normal schedule and I can go back to waking him up in the middle of the night to get the baby and asking him every time I hear a noise, "Did you hear that... I think you need to go check the doors while I lay here. If you scream I'll call 911 and grab the fireplace poker."