Wednesday, March 11, 2009


I just set off our fancy schmancy new house alarm.  The very thing that's supposed to make me feel safe just about caused my heart to stop beating for a few seconds, and that can't be safe.  Apparently I forgot to turn the motion sensor option off when I turned the alarm function many buttons, so little sleep.  So I exit the bathroom, walk to the kitchen, and it's an explosion of noise.  I froze.  Then screamed.  Then ran up the stairs (five at a time) to make sure A was okay, poor scared kitty on my heels.  Then answered the call from the security company and assured them that I was fine, just a sleep deprived sobbing newbie to the whole lockdown thing.  Then sat on the couch hugging the cat and bawling my eyes out.

I hate being scared, feeling so weak.  Last night I jumped five feet across the family room and into J's arms when the dishwasher kicked in.  Then we spent a sleepless night on the couch, because I refused to sleep in our room- I had to have the crib in my line of sight.  All evening I've been a wreck, afraid to go downstairs.  The neighbor's dog barked and I freaked.  The phone rang, I freaked.  You get the picture.  I be freaking.  I also be hoping this be passing soon.

It's just been a long 24 hours.  I'll do my best to bring cuteness back tomorrow and cut out the downer posts.

1 comment:

Sara said...

Hang in there, girl! I know you'll get through this. You have every right to be jumpy - I would be too. I'm glad you guys got the alarm system in and working.

P.S. I'm the one that made the dogs bark... sorry :)