This is the story about how my night got turned flipped upside down and I'd like to take a moment to sit down John and I'll tell you how I stayed up night until the dawn. Here's a funny tale from a night I had and how I become the definition of "you had one job".
Okay, well first off, I finally experienced true fear and discovered just how paranoid I am. So, the fire alarm starts its annoying "beeping warning" sound to tell me that the battery is dying. Well, the dogs both start flipping out and jumping around and the beeping is agitating them very much. I finally go out, realize what's going on, and call my mother to ask her how to change a battery in a smoke detector. As I find the battery and change it, I realize both the dogs went outside, whatever. I give it a minute and the big one (Honey) comes back in, but Hershey is nowhere to be found. I give it another minute and he has yet to come back in. I call for him, no response. I whistle and call again, nothing! I go outside into the yard and he's not there! So, I start low-key freaking out. It's 2am, it's raining, it's dark, I'm terrified of the dark, and he's a small pooch who could be anywhere! I grab my phone and go outside to make a full round of the block in the rain to find him. NO RESPONSE to any of my calls or whistles. I'm really freaking out now and I start make it back to my house hoping he's there. All the while, I'm glancing over my shoulder because being followed and kidnapped is a thing (and being in a crowded, SLEEPING neighborhood didn't make it better for me).
Point being I watch too many documentaries of people being kidnapped and held hostage for several years. thus fueling my paranoia. Oh, and here's the good part: I get back to the house and there's a white car just sitting there in front of the driveway. The headlights are on and I notice the front door to the house is wide open (which it wasn't when I left). I freeze and stare at this car while glancing over at the house and I'm terrified. Who is this person? Why are they here? Oh, god, I'm gonna get kidnapped and no one will notice. Then, the thought runs through my mind that it could be mom's bf coming to leave those little notes around the house while she was working at the hospital (like he did another time before), but then I realized that walking back into the house would be stupid because he carries a gun. And I didn't feel like having a gun pointed at me in fear of being an intruder (or worse).
Ding-dong, bring your child to work day for mom, but plot-twist, SHE'S YOUR PATIENT NOW!!! It feels like forever just staring at this car! Then, the car pulls away and drives off. I catch a glimpse of the driver and it is a woman I have never seen before, or at least don't think I have. Once she's gone, I run inside, open the door and there's Hershey, soaking wet and bouncing around. However, I look around the house making sure no one is inside. Coast is clear, dog is back, but my heart was jumping out of my chest. I'm relaxing by watching the Road to El Dorado and writing a novelization of it to kill time. I'm not going back to sleep tonight.
