Last night the wind howled. And howled and howled and howled. I stayed up until 11 pm and when I was brushing my teethe to go to bed, I decided to give myself a pedicure. Or at least try to scrape the inch or so of dead skin off my heels so my husband doesn't cringe when I slide in bed with him. So by the time I hauled my sorry arse up over the stairs and checked on the children it was 12am.
I crawled into bed and as I started to drift I could hear creaking and moaning. That's not unusual in a house this old, so I tried to ignore it and go to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come because the noise kept coming back. I was really tired and that sound was driving me crazy. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Was it the attic or the kids room? Wait now it sounds like the basement or maybe the front of the barn. So I get up and have to find something to wear cause evidently the laundry fairy forgot to do laundry again and if there was an axe murderer in the house I didn't want to have someone find me hacked up in my bra and panties. That is important somehow.
So I go in the girls room and nothing. I go in the babies room and nothing. I go back in my room and Dave is sleeping like a rock. Why can't he hear this! I try to poke him to get him up but he 's down for the count. I go down stairs and look around and then to the basement. Nope nothing. I'm still hearing the noise! I get brave and grab a wiffle ball bat and head for the barn. (It's attached to the house) I start to do a walk through but you can't pay me enough to be out there after dark so I come back inside. By now I'm freezing cold and scared shit less. I crawl back into bed and lie there. Just as I'm getting ready to really poke Dave to wake him up I hear the noise again. I get up open our window and there flappin in the wind and up against the house are our Christmas lights. Mystery solved. Time? 3:45am. Mood today? Very Tired. I hope everyone else is having a better day!