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things like this shouldn't happen when the husband is away

It's 2:30 AM, and I'm fairly certain there will be no sleeping for me tonight. Not for any of the usual reasons, like I'm working, or have a puking kid, or locked in the steamy embrace of my Swedish lover, Sven.

OH NO, none of those are why I won't be sleeping. Not just because I don't actually have a Swedish lover named Sven, but because I am absolutely, truly, insanely TERRIFIED.

There I was, in bed, lolling off to sleep, like regular people are known to do at 2:00 in the AM, when, without warning, the stereo in the living room TURNED ITSELF ON.

It turned on.

All by itself.

And not just a little bit. OH NO, it came on in the most blazingly obvious of possible ways by playing the radio at an irregularly loud volume.

At 2:00 AM.

While I'm home without a husband.

Who, by the way, is totally useless to me over the phone when he should be HERE to calm down my uber-freak-out. (Plus, I had to call him 4 times before he picked up the phone, which was a huge deal on my part seeing as my hands were shaking too much to properly push the call button.)

So here are the facts:

A) House full of sleeping kids, and almost sleeping me.

B) All the doors are locked, all the windows shut.

C) Stereo remote dismantled on armoire, completely lacking batteries (and has been in this state for 3 days).

D) Stereo last used on auxiliary setting to watch Netflix before bed, yet comes on - ON IT'S OWN - in radio setting.

E) Loudly.

F) Have owned stereo for 10+ years, without any past freakiness.

Only other factor?

G) Me, COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT.

Hence, no sleep tonight.

And further more, if I did have a Swedish lover named Sven, I'm absolutely positive he could protect me from nerve wracking stereo experiences while my husband is away.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more freaking out to do.

Comments

Kristina P. said…
Adam is gone a lot for work. He was gone this weekend. I often get myself all worked up that a mass murderer will kill me. I guess that would make a great blog post.
TisforTonya said…
I remember when we first moved into our house... finally got the four kids put down to bed and ManOfTheHouse ran off to the store because we had NO food... I jumped in the hot shower because I was trying to kill my migraine with steam.

and the fire alarms went off... upstairs and down... would. not. stop. pulled a few off the wall in my rage driven insanity to no avail...

ManOfTheHouse came home to me curled in a ball on the couch mumbling quietly.

and then proceeded to find that a spider had been inside the smoke alarm that started it all... did he trip the alarm? Apparently we'll never know since ManOfTheHouse squashed him before he could answer.

The funny/scary thing? all that noise and not a single one of my kids woke up!

and I just realized I wrote an epic-length comment...

sorry!
Heidi said…
Ooh, not fun!
Rachel Sue said…
OH. MY. GOSH. That exact same thing happened to me. But like 8 years ago. I was up in the middle of the night with the baby and the stereo just came blaring on. I thought I had sat on the remote but I looked around and saw it on the table across the room. It FREAKED me out. So, yes. I get you.

Also, will you send me a pinterest invite? And why is it cool?
Chelsea said…
That sounds so scary. I probably wouldn't sleep either!

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