In "The Simpson's" episode where Marge becomes addicted to gambling, Homer is left home a lot with the kids while Marge feeds her addiction at the new casino in town. One night Lisa wakes up and goes to Homer for comfort after having a bad dream about the Boogie Man. Homer, like his usual crazy self, immediately becomes scared and goes to warn Bart that there may be a Boogie Man or Boogie Men in the house. This, of course, causes mass hysteria leaving Marge to come home finding Homer and the kids huddled in the corner with Homer aiming a shotgun at a mattress barricaded door. People, I am Homer.
I have been blessed that my husband has a job that does not require a lot of traveling. I sing praises to those women whose husbands travel frequently and bow down to kiss the feet of my friends whose husbands are gone every week to work far away. You are amazing and I don't know how you do it. I am a wimp.
Part of being creative means I also have a very active imagination. Having compulsive tendencies does not help the situation. For example, last night Jimmy was scared werewolves would get him. More than anything it is a ploy to delay bedtime, as he tells me of his fear with a big smile on his face, but I assured him that nothing could get into our house because the doors and windows were locked. But then I began to question whether all the windows and doors were locked and began to worry that maybe perhaps someone would get in. Thankfully, the voice of reason, aka Marshall, was there to tell me to stop being silly and chill.
However, this week that wonderful voice of calm at night will be gone. He has to go out of town for a night. Oh the horrors! I tell you, I dread it. I am a weenie. One time when we moved out to St. George for the summer I flew with the kids and Marshall drove our car and stuff across country. Even though we got in late at night from our flight, I couldn't sleep a wink. I actually called him at 5 am in Indiana to wish him a safe trip before he hit the road. He thought I was insane because I was still up. I'm a dork. I cannot sleep without him.
So when he leaves for his overnight adventure in a far distant court, who knows if I will sleep. I will most likely barricade myself with pillows and children to keep the Boogie Man away. If you drive by my house one night and see all the lights on with us huddled atop the roof wearing tin-foil hats to ward off mind rays from the evil aliens, don't worry about my sanity, just know my husband is gone for the night.
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I can really get myself worked up when David is gone, too, though I am much more used to it now. I always sleep with a phone on the pillow next to me, and I double and triple check to make sure all the doors are locked. And I usually leave a light on in the hall.
Do you really watch the Simpsons?
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