Of course I missed him, but mostly I was just scared! I was scared of someone breaking into our house! I took a whole lot of silly precautions that I won't be sharing with you since I don't want it "out there" for people to know about. But let's just say I didn't get much sleep at all...
Monday was my first night alone. I managed to sleep from about 9:30pm until 2:00am, when the cats woke me up. I fed them, went to the bathroom, and then I looked at my phone. I had an alert that the new administration planned to roll back most of Obama's regulations that are meant to combat climate change.
There's nothing like the destruction of the planet and the fear of someone breaking into your house to keep you awake, right?
I laid in bed and practiced my Spanish until 3:00am and then finally I got up. I cleaned the whole house, scrubbed the floors and the walls where Chrissy likes to pee, and ran 6 miles all before 7:00am.
I slept a lot better on Tuesday night. Pretty much from 9:00pm-5:30am straight.
Wednesday night was freaky. I left some lights on during the night and I was dreaming that I woke up and someone had turned the lights off. I kept having the same dream and it was horrible! I was exhausted all day Thursday. Thursday is a bad day to be tired because I teach piano lessons until 7:00pm.
I worried a lot when Paul was gone. I worried about things that I don't normally worry about... and some things that I do often worry about. I basically felt out of control, and when I feel out of control, that's when my mind goes crazy with WORST CASE SCENARIO type of stuff...
The funny thing is, my friend Maren posted an article on Facebook that said 85% of what we worry about never actually happens. Well, that's good to know. Want to know what I worried about this week? Of course you do!
I worried that...
...my house would catch on fire while I was out running (I ran loops so I would pass my house every 3-4 minutes)
... someone was going to follow me into the house and rape me when I'm done with my run.
... someone was going to break into my house while I'm showering. (I took 30 second showers this week.)
... the cats would slip out the door without me noticing.
... the cats would die.
... the cats would fight and injure each other.
... the cats would miss Paul and be depressed.
... my house would catch on fire while I was at work.
... my music classes were going to show up early and I wouldn't have time to finish my lunch.
... an administrator would come into my room the exact minute I sat down at my desk and thus would think I was lazy.
.... I'd be late getting home from work and my piano student would be waiting.
... someone would break into my house while I was at work and then hide.
... I was eating too much food and I would gain weight.
... my plane would crash on the way to CrimeCon... or the way home.
I KNOW IT'S SO RIDICULOUS!!!!
Life is just not fun without Paul. The cats were thrown off too. They were acting a lot more crazy and needy without Paul home to hang out with them all day. Now that he is home, they are back to normal. I'm back to normal too. It's almost like he never left! Except I have a newfound appreciation for him! Not that I didn't appreciate him before... it's just on a different level now!
Do you have any irrational worries?
Are you scared to be home alone overnight?
What's the longest your partner has been gone?