| Throwing rocks at your bedroom window is not always romantic. |
I was awoken today by a sound. A few minutes earlier I had wondered if my husband was either on his way home or pulling in the driveway because it was around the time he was due to be home from midnight shift. Something pinging on my window made me think, "Did one of those obnoxious birds finally quit singing at 5 a.m. and fly into my window?!" until it happened again.. and again... and then I finally looked up to see a piece of gravel fly up and peck my window.
We live in a very small town in a private townhouse type building/complex. Our new neighbors have parties, bang on doors all night, and I like to know my house is secure. I lock the screen and main doors and also keep the baby gate up for good measure. I don't like being alone with my son in the house and I don't like feeling like the house isn't secure. Apparently the hubby doesn't see it that way.
Remember ladies, sometimes things are romantic in the movies, but when an exhausted hubby comes home and does it you might be met with a "Why the hell do you baracade yourself in the house?! " in the early a.m. hours. |
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Alias: SNM
Hometown: Farmington, WV, United States
About Me: SMN is currently a S@HM who resides in the Senior Citizen capital of the world. Amongst her many talents are writing, tiptoeing through the mind field that is her living room, saving run away strollers, lacing any comment with sarcasm, and changing a diaper in 10 seconds flat. Her greatest achievements are birthing Thing One and Thing Two. Ongoing projects include diving into the world of blogging, weaning an aggressive breast feeder, parenting and all it's challenges, and being a wife she can live with (as well as her husband).
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