Scared

I had just put Kristen to bed, for the second time, and she said, "Mommy, I'm scared."
"Well, I will pray for you, and you can pray to God that you won't be scared."
So she prayed, "Dear Jesus, God, I'm scared. Please take away da fireworks because there were fireworks at my old house. Amen."

Not a creature was stirring, except for a Mouse

Of course on the first night I'm alone in over two months, something has to happen. The night my mom left, I was still awake at 11pm just sitting in my living room minding my own business, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a (not-so) little mouse walk down the hallway towards the bedrooms. So I tried not to panic and tried to pretend I didn't see it, but ended up laying awake on my bed at midnight trying to hope the noises in my bathroom were imaginary. So I texted my dad (it was 4am in Alabama after all) to see if he happened to be awake. Which he was! So I called him for moral support. My mom was still flying over the ocean at that point. I ended up sleeping in Kristen's bed with her with the door closed. Hoping the mouse wouldn't think to come under the door.
Oh, and on my way to bed I killed a roach and a millipede.

Thankfully, last night I slept much better, even though I know he's still out there somewhere... and I'm still hoping he won't be back in here. Ever.