Tonight is a reminder that in a few short months, I will have to get used to sleeping alone again. At his previous job as a 911 dispatcher, JD worked both day and night shifts, so there were always a few nights a month where he was gone.
I really hate being by myself at night. I'm admittedly still afraid of the dark, and because I'm light sleeper, wake up at the smallest noises. One time, one of the dogs rolled up against the door, and I made JD check the whole house because I was convinced there was someone downstairs (gotta say, it's nice being married to a former Marine- he has a huge knife knows how to use it). We live in a safe area, and we have 3 rowdy dogs, so I know I'll be fine, but I can't help having a bit of anxiety once in a while.
Although I'd gotten used to the night shifts, with him being the academy, I'm now "un-used" to it. It will be an adjustment when it's time to go back to the old schedule.
Still, it's not all bad. It's nice to have the house to myself, eat a bowl of cereal for dinner, and watch the crappy shows he hates. I like having room in bed to cuddle with the dogs, and enjoy, well, quiet.
*Special note to any home invaders reading this blog: Harrier will eat you. Not even kidding. He almost jumped our 8 foot privacy fence to eat a solicitor one time. You've been warned.