My husband was away this past weekend. I didn't mention it because I was pretty certain you would all come stab me in my sleep if you knew.
No offense. I didn't tell my mother either.
It's funny. I'm pretty brave about travelling around the world and signing mortgages with extra zeroes on the end but I am NOT brave about spending a night by myself in a house.
In a condo? Sure. In a hotel? no problem. Walking down the streets of NYC at midnight? No worries. Closing my eyes in a locked house in a small town where the biggest crime this year was a drunk driver on St. Patrick's Day? NO WAY.
He was gone for two nights. I slept with my cell phone, my pepper spray and my vibrator under my pillow.
Because what else would I sleep with when my husband was away!?!?