Rambles

My sleep schedule is all over the place. Some nights I sleep "normally," meaning my pre-bed rest routine of about 10 to 6. Some nights William kicks me awake through 2am. And some days I have the most annoying irresistible sleep attacks which last 2 hours or so, most often when I've been sleeping normally the days before. And then I can't sleep that night. :-/ Today was one such day.

The most exciting thing that happened today was that I was awakened from my unwelcome nap by a stranger knocking on the front door. When I sleepily ignored it, I saw him proceed to walk around to my back yard. I switched into Madea mode.

I don't own a gun- they scare me actually. But I figured out where my mace was and I encouraged the dogs to continue to bark ferociously as I looked out the window for more clues. There was a pest control company truck out front, and the mystery man rounded the corner of my house just then and saw me looking at him through the window. "Hmm," I thought... "Hide, mace, or dogs?" The truck was somewhat reassuring, and I assumed he was just advertising his services, but walking around the side of the home was concerning. "Dogs," I decided, obviously still groggy because in hindsight I should have had my mace in hand.

The man again approached the front door, having seen me at the window. I opened the door wide enough to speak to him and allow two big dog heads to pop out barking. He explained that the previous home owner used his service and he wasn't aware that the home had been sold. I replied that it was in fact sold and we aren't interested in the service. I let the dogs push through the door up to their shoulders, and the man apologized and left. I wandered around the house for a minute blinking and trying to recover from my sleep attack, but I decided I was generally satisfied with having addressed the intruder. I suppose he may have walked to the side of the house to start the pest control treatment...but he was not carrying any equipment. If he was lying and checkin' the place out (you know, "casing the joint" and whatnot) and he returns, I'm going to let Sahara and Tracy take a bite out of crime. I made my mace handy too. Don't mess with a pregnant lady, folks...I'll protect my cub even if he's not born yet.