Scary

DH went out to a concert last night. I knew I would be too tempted to drink beer and eat greasy food, so I stayed home. (I was also way tired.) I went to be around 10:40, and DH wasn't home yet. I was reading a little bit before I went to sleep, the pets were both in bed with me, and I heard the back door rattle. You know that sound? When someone is trying it and kind of shaking it in its frame? My heart started pounding. I crept out from the bedroom and started calling DH's name. I didn't have the guts to look out the windows though.

Well, I turned the deadbolt on the back door which we don't usually do if one of us is home, turned on more lights, and went back to bed. I pulled the dog up to the top right next to me, turned on the radio, and sort of snoozed/slept fitfully until DH got home around 11:45. I slept much better when he was there.

Anyway, he is going to get the locks changed/updated and add an extra lock for us when we are at home. His first question to me was why I didn't call the police, but in that situation all I could think to do was hide in the bedroom. We both think it was just kids form the high school being stupid after their graduation stuff last night because if someone had wanted to break in, they would have just kicked in the door. I guess our house probably looked like we were out for the night though with just a few lights on up front and only one car in the driveway. Nevertheless, I am exhausted today after a very unrestful night.