At least not this week. I hate how quiet the house is without S and SS there. Not that I live in a bad place or anything but it makes me anxious to be alone at night. I'm fine until it's dark outside and then I hear every bump, creak and rattle there could be.
Because of this I don't sleep well. At all. Sunday night it was after 1 when I finally fell asleep and then I woke up several times throughout the night. Monday night it was after 12:30 and last night it was after 12. I woke up no less than 4 times last night; I even thought about posting a blog at 5 this morning since I was already up. By the time he gets home on Friday I will be exhausted.
I've been like these for years. I'd like to blame it on something but I can't. At our old house in the city there was a shooting (that was later determined to be a love triangle issue)nearby one night when I was alone, but honestly I was this way before then.
Even when it's just SS and I it still makes me feel better about it all. Trust me when I say that kid could sleep through a nuclear bomb and yet it's comforting to have someone there. One time the smoke alarm was going off because it needed new batteries and he put his pillow over his head and kept on sleeping.
Realistically I know that we have a very low crime rate in my county. For heaven's sake they list the arrests in the local paper and most of them are alcohol related. But on the other hand I know that doesn't mean it could never happen. I guess that's why I'm so skittish.
~sigh~ I'm such a wuss.