I truly hate when the phone rings in the middle of the
night.
Somehow it is never good news is it?
So the phone rang and my heart raced. My mind spun. Within
about a 20 second pause -I made my list of what could be wrong in order of
worst to least worst
Are all the kids home sleeping? Check yes
Is my husband beside me? Check yes. Is my Mom in the
hospital and sick? (Don’t know!!! pray pray pray!)
Is Trent cottage on fire? Pray not!
Is Trent robbed? Pray not!
Is husband office robbed or on fire? (oh no!)
Alarm at Trent went off. Motion detector in garage. Phew not people I love!
Crap-omg!
My beautiful cottage is being broken into.
Send police? Of course .Well yes dammit –we are 1.5 hrs away!!!
Try to sleep after this call?. No way.
We love our cottage desperately. When it is threatened I realized
how deeply important it is to me. Full of memories and heirlooms from hubby’s
childhood. Full of so much love and care.
Find out all ok. Police show up immediately.
Thank god for our very loud and good and efficient alarm system. We are safe and well protected.
I hate calls in middle of the night
Always did
Always will
Sidenote: even though the call in the night makes me totally anxious I can honestly say that since living with my daughter, who's health was on the line (still is but we had some reassurance that things might end up being ok)... nothing in my life really stresses me anymore as it used to. Your child's health is so so so precious..that after learning to deal with this and the uncertainty of it all..you can kinda handle anything. I guess that is one positive?: Resilience.
