Last night we had a visitor ... in the middle of the night .... well, 5:30 but that can still count as middle of the night.
Do you ever wake up and just have a sense? You don't even know what that sense is, it's just a sense. Well, after laying in bed a bit and listening to the sounds from the kitchen, bread drawer opening, fridge opening (and shutting! Not so the bread drawer - clue #1), shuffling around, a little clearing of the throat, it was obvious this person knew what he was doing and actually felt quite at home in my kitchen. My brave husband drug his tired self out of bed and wandered into the kitchen weapon-less!
Surely by now you realize that we know who this is and there is absolutely NO panic!
Just our deer-hunting son who drove 2 1/2 hours home from college, in the middle of the night to go hunting. Starting to live life at 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning is no big deal to college students! However when I had a quick 15 minute chat with him at 5:00pm when he had drug himself out of his tree-stand and came home to drive back to college, he informed me that one of his roomates did tell him he was crazy!
He has a test tomorrow so I'm hoping the endless hours in the tree-stand served him well as I'm sure he had all kinds of study guides and index cards in his posession!
This isn't the first time we've had a Night Visitor and I'm pretty sure it won't be the last!
