after putting the kids to bed, i was in the kitchen cleaning when the door bell rang. twice. no one EVER comes to my home in the evening unless it's planned so an unexpected visitor not only surprised me but had me wary. (being an overly paranoid person will do that to you.)
i cautiously made my way to the door and yelled "who is it?"
no answer.
i thought they probably couldn't hear me through the door and the outer glass door, so i opened the door a crack, turned on the outside light and yelled again "who is it?"
again, no answer.
i immediately slammed the door shut, locked it and quickly walked to the phone. my heart racing. you have no idea the fear i have at this time of year. it's intense. i called my neighbor to see if they could look out their window, but they didn't answer. what was i to do? there was NO WAY i was opening the door or looking out the window. haven't you seen {THE STRANGERS}?
NO.WAY.
ultimately, i grabbed a butcher knife, the phone and went up stairs.
and what do you do when your freaked out of your mind? why call your mommy, of course. and that's what i did, butcher knife in hand and all. i had her on the phone for two and a half hours. (it was a nice conversation actually.) by 11pm i was exhausted and no other noise or scary people had appeared. i felt pretty safe to hang up and go to bed. with ALL the lights on and the butcher knife, hammer and baseball bat under my bed, of course.
i awoke this morning at the wonderful hour of 9:45am, still alive. oh, glorious life! i went to see what outside my front door looked like (you know, to see if there was a severed head or dead animal on my porch) but instead i found this-
alright. so maybe it wasn't some mass murderer out to get me and my family, but don't people know you can't do that to single mothers? especially at this time of year? geesh. where's the humanity?
