With Ryan's job, he is gone overnight sometimes. I am a huge chicken being home alone at night - I hate it. It's so bad that I can't sleep soundly & to feel any kind of safeness I sometimes barricade the bedroom door shut with one of our dining room chairs. (I know, its ridiculous. I'm working on it =P) The only other thing that makes me feel secure being alone is our gun. Ryan taught me how to use it safely and responsibly when we got it and he takes me out to practice frequently. (Probably because he's scared if I ever have to use it, I'll shoot myself in the foot) Well when he is gone over night, he knows when I hear noises I don't check them out empty handed.
Last night he was on a train back home and told me he didn't think he would be in until around 8am. I couldn't sleep all night due to noises and my own mind playing tricks on me. So to try and ease my mind, I barricaded the door with the dining room chair. I finally fell asleep around 4am only to get woken up by the sound of Ryan's car coming up the driveway a little after 5. I figured I better get out of bed and move the chair so he can get in. As I'm moving the chair I hear him open the front door but I don't hear his footsteps, him taking off his boots or anything. I open the bedroom door and look out and all I see is Ryan's head half sticking in the front doorway. As soon as he sees me he says "Babe...it's me. Please don't shoot me."
Usually I sleep right through him coming home that early. He heard me messing around the door and he thought since he had told me he didn't think he would get home until 8 that I thought he was an intruder. I couldn't stop laughing, I said "Babe, I'm not going to shoot you, come inside! I knew it was you."
I don't know if this was a 'had to be there' moment, but at 5 in the morning and that being the last thing I expected my husband to think of or even say... it was pretty funny to me!
