Scary Moment

It was almost 10 pm, so I headed home. I left Kyle and two other adults with the teenagers from our church for their night long youth event. When I made it home, I fed the dogs, watered my plants, and locked up the house. I was asleep before 11 and apparently sleeping hard. 

Sometime after midnight, I was awoken by Kyle, in the house, with lights on and everything. I didn’t hear him drive up, the dogs bark, Kyle call out to me through the windows, unlock the door, turn on the lights, fiddle around in the house…I heard nothing. 

When I woke up this morning the reality of my hard sleeping hit me. I was home alone and was completely unaware of anyone coming into my home. It scared me. What if I don’t hear Hannah crying? Or someone who isn’t Kyle break into my home? What if I sleep so hard that I don’t hear the smoke detector go off? Luckily for me, Kyle and I don’t spend many nights apart from one another, but what if…?

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2 thoughts on “Scary Moment

  1. crockerdile says:

    I empathize with you. Once my head hits the pillow, I am out for the count, even my kids know this. I was so scared when we had Christian that I would sleep through his crying. When we brought him home from the hospital I made my mom promise to get up every time he cried so I would be sure I got up. All of that worry was for nothing. Our sweet Heavenly Father knows exactly what us Mommas need and you don’t need that instinct until she’s her. I woke up every time he needed me and beat my mom to his side. You have waited so long for this sweet girl. I really think that when the time comes, you will be able to do all that a mom needs to do for her. Right now you are doing what you need and resting.

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