Super Freaked
Super freaked, super freaked, I'm super freaked out.
Before I get to why I'm singing my own version of that song, let me just say that I'm reading your comments and visiting your blogs. But, I still have no computer and no idea how on earth to comment with this crackberry. One more week and I should be back. Thanks for bearing with me.
Hubs had to go back up to our old house to clear everything else out and to finish out a job, so he was only here with us for slightly over 48 hours.
The boys and I are on our own. Not really that big of a deal.
Well, except for at night, like now.
We are staying in a gorgeous house, right on the beach-don't hate- it's only for 6 months while we look for a "real" place to live and that place won't be anywhere near as nice as this one unless we hit the lottery.
Anyway, the reason that we are able to stay here is because this little town is practically dead in the off-season so the people who own this house figure that they'd rather get some sort of compensation during these 6 months than nothing at all.
During the day, we can look out and see people walking or fishing on the beach, though not many.
But, at night, when I look out the window and don't see any lights on in any of the houses around us, I get freaked out. It's like something out of a horror movie.
No one is around to hear us scream.
I imagine some crazy man walking along the beach, looking for houses that have lights on and planning his attack.
The doors are locked, but why not break in? No one else will hear.
When Hubs was here, we slept with the sliding door to the deck open so that we could fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.
No freaking way when he isn't here, though.
Nevermind, I can't keep going with all my freaked out thoughts or I'll never be able to sleep tonight.
Before I get to why I'm singing my own version of that song, let me just say that I'm reading your comments and visiting your blogs. But, I still have no computer and no idea how on earth to comment with this crackberry. One more week and I should be back. Thanks for bearing with me.
Hubs had to go back up to our old house to clear everything else out and to finish out a job, so he was only here with us for slightly over 48 hours.
The boys and I are on our own. Not really that big of a deal.
Well, except for at night, like now.
We are staying in a gorgeous house, right on the beach-don't hate- it's only for 6 months while we look for a "real" place to live and that place won't be anywhere near as nice as this one unless we hit the lottery.
Anyway, the reason that we are able to stay here is because this little town is practically dead in the off-season so the people who own this house figure that they'd rather get some sort of compensation during these 6 months than nothing at all.
During the day, we can look out and see people walking or fishing on the beach, though not many.
But, at night, when I look out the window and don't see any lights on in any of the houses around us, I get freaked out. It's like something out of a horror movie.
No one is around to hear us scream.
I imagine some crazy man walking along the beach, looking for houses that have lights on and planning his attack.
The doors are locked, but why not break in? No one else will hear.
When Hubs was here, we slept with the sliding door to the deck open so that we could fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.
No freaking way when he isn't here, though.
Nevermind, I can't keep going with all my freaked out thoughts or I'll never be able to sleep tonight.
Labels: fears
posted by Shell at
8:09 PM
8 Comments:
Sounds like you ahve gotten yourself pretty scared.
QUIT THAT
Stop and breathe! It's gonna be alright!
I think I wold be a little freaked out too. That's why I tell my husband we could never live in the middle of nowhere where there aren't any street lights.
When I was younger we lived smack dab in the middle of twelve acres of woods...once my parents left me for two days, I went through the same thing.....just breath, play games with your boys, sing...pray...reaqd...eat....it will be ok, the trick just dont work yourself into a panick;)
peace my friend
My mind goes to the same places!
Think about how beautiful and relaxing it is. And how lucky you are. (I know, I know. Easier said than done.)
My only advice ... find something that offers more protection than a ladle! The sun will rise soon enough ... and I am feeling for you and your imagination ... you know I can relate!
Hugs from the NW!
I'd be the same way. It's all fun and games until you find yourself sitting alone with no manly man protection.
Watch happy shows. No Nancy Grace or crime TV for you!
I'm sure you'll feel more comfortable soon but I certainly understand the nerves you're feeling! I hope the Boogie Man skips your street altogether.
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