My husband and son are gone until this Monday. I'm kinda freaked out and let the dogs sleep on my husbands side of the bed.
Doors are locked, windows secured, phone by my side. I finally get to sleep, and at the ungodly hour of midnight the door bell is ringing and the dogs go nuts! I panick and then get mad.
I go to the door, (there is a small window at eye level) I can see a tall dark figure standing there looking in....of course the outside light is burnt out so I can't begin to determine what kind of jail escapee is standing at my front door. The dogs are growling and pacing.
I yell, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"
There was dead silence and then I hear....."MOM, I've got to go to the bathroom, NOW!"....turns out my older son was on his way home from work and couldn't wait until he returned to his own place.
Needless to say, it took me another 2 hours to get to sleep.
argggg!
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