Last week, Ethan went to Europe for work and I found myself all alone in our house for the first time. I survived, but throughout the course of the week I acted as if I had never been home alone in my lifetime. As if those years I spent living by myself had never happened. I did all of the stereotypical ‘freaked-out-girly’ things like sleeping with the lights on, checking the locks every hour and turning on the alarm each time I walked into or out of the house (even to water the plants in the back…never know who could sneak in the front.) Every sound I heard, I was convinced was someone breaking into the house. The ice maker, the washing machine, the air conditioning…all were out to get me. And God forbid the front or back outdoor motion lights go on….
While Ethan was away, I also got to experience some fun aspects of the house that I don’t normally get to, such as scaling the electronic gate, in heels, at 11PM when it decides not to open…or killing a cockroach the size of Texas in our bathroom.
Now that he is back, the washing machine isn’t as scary and I don’t have force myself to stay awake until my eyelids are so fatigued that they won’t stay open anymore. I’ve also decided that dealing with gate and cockroaches are activities I will leave to him…he is just so much better at them then I am.
