The Plan

{Beginning note which has nada to do with the actual post. Thank you for your kind words. I was truly having a hard time posting until I shared the earlier post. As much as I am free to post what I want from my personal life on here, it felt weird not sharing something that was affecting my life so much with all of you. Thank you for sitting tight through it!}

So tonighttwo nights ago, because this post is long and took me time to finish, Corey was over at a friends house cutting wood for projects. Apparently our table saw is not good enough and I refuse to spend $1000 on the one he wants (to use twice a year.) Anyway..this left the boys and I alone at home. It was nearing dark. Twilight, you'd say. I looked over at the sunroom door, and noticed it was unlocked. From yesterday. Yes. I went to bed last night, with the fan on, with an unlocked door.

And? If you've read this blog for more than 3 weeks, you'd know I am scared of many things like, ax murderers, snakes, spiders, skunks, bears, bats, big dogs, carnies, falling off cliffs, being bitten by fish, and having my iphone stolen.

So, having my door unlocked was a clear reason for panic. Now, I hadn't had any situations like Ace, or any real reason to panic, but still.

I asked Elijah to lock the door he'd left unlocked, so no strangers could come in the house.

Asher: Who coming in our house mama?

Me: Nobody sweetie, mommy is just being safe

Asher: Why is Nobody coming in our house? Is it a monster?

Me: No, no monsters. Remember monsters are not real?

Asher: I want my daddy.

So, I spent the rest of the night convincing the boys we were just fine. They spent the rest of the night asking for daddy. What they don't know is this:

I have an action plan for situations such as intrusions by Ax Murderers and such. Daddy? When I wake him up in the middle of the night to listen to a strange sound? He rolls his eyes and tells me to go back to bed. Bad plan.

Which parent would you rather have home in this situation?

Thought so.

My plan? Involves: {side note: I'd like to thank Scaredy Squirrel for his excellent drawings which have proved invaluable in me develop my plan. I love that squirrel.}

Cell Phone Ninja skillz

Land line Baseball bats

Alarm system Frying pan

and a big jar of peanut butter

Here is my plan: (See, it is even titled, "The Plan")

While it may not be as involved as Scaredy Squirrels, it does give me peace that if anything happens, or I hear sounds at night like Ace, I have a plan. Besides, who doesn't want peanut butter by their bed in case of a hunger attack at midnight?

Also, when I was at my parents this weekend, feeding their dogs? A truck pulled in and went behind their shed. I was pretty freaked. I called my dad to see if the truck was supposed to be there. Luckily for those men, they were. You know, in case I had to use Plan K(ickbutt) My dad asked if I went to see who they were. Seriously. I was like, "Um dad, what if they shoot me between the eyes?" He was all like, "I don't think they will. I think it is your uncle."

So...what is your plan in these situations? It should always involve food, as it is good to have something on hand to eat after a stressful situation. Trust me and my thighs