First weekend by myself / Thoughts and Feelings

So a couple weeks Brandon informed me that he would be out of town for the weekend turkey hunting. And by out of town I mean like 2 hours away in this super hill-billy town. The hotel he called said they were all booked up and we joked about the “no vacancy” because people were just living there. That kind of country town. Anyways, I was not the happiest about Brandon going out of town because being home alone is a no go for me. Just a couple weeks ago I was waking up and thought I heard people walking in the house. I locked myself in the bedroom and wouldn’t come out for like an hour lolz. Brandon told me to have someone stay with me or go to my moms house.. The stuff every boyfriend says to their scarty cat girlfriend. I voted against having someone stay and I really didn't want to stay anywhere else. I love our home, I wanted to be there.

Friday Since the bf wasn't going to be home, I decided to work later at the salon and spend some time with my dad. I have officially turned into an old lady because it was 11 o’clock and I was just getting home and all I could think about was my bed and sleep. I am terrified of the dark. Before I even made it inside I squeezed my hand in the front door to turn the living room lights on. I am pretty sure it took me only a second to have every single light on in the house. Normally I would get annoyed with Brandon because he leaves all the lights on but I had an excuse. Im a baby. So I cleared the house, no killer was waiting on me. Decided I was going to bed, turned all the lights off, and laid down. 5 seconds later I had 3 different lights on in the house, no shame. Finally after telling myself if I turned music on then I wouldn't be able to tell if someone was breaking in.

Saturday

Saturday I had plans to run to Columbus and spend a little bit of money. Trips to Hobby Lobby, Target, and Tjmaxx, with a girl friend calls for a great day. I was able to do some things I enjoy without having to drag Brandon along, so that was a win.

Shopping and Chick-fil-A can make any girl tired. I came home and had the greatest nap of my life until I was rudely woken by my alarm. "Get yo lazy butt up and go to work!" (if my alarm could talk to me that's what I imagine it would say). So my evening was spent working and thinking how I had to come home to an empty house.

Once I got home, it went just like Friday night. Call me a freaking chicken, I know!

Sunday

I already had plans to visit my family for lunch and stop by my moms for a little bit. I realized before I left the house that my clothes, shoes, random stuff, and makeup had slowly taken over the the bathroom, bedroom, closet, and living room. I was running around cleaning the house, doing dishes, folding clothes.. Ya know, all the things I probably should have done before today. Oh well.

I am currently waiting on my bf to come home and tell me how much he missed me and how he is happy to see me..

Just kidding, I am sure it will be more like this.. "Nice pimple on your chin and why are you dressed like a granny"

Final Thoughts and feelings

Looking back, I realize that I kinda avoided being home alone. I did whatever I could to not spend the entire day locked in the bedroom hoping I wasn't going to die. However, I feel like I could conquer the world right now. Like I gained some kind of super power that makes me not scared of bad guys. I am super glad the house will make noises again (Brandon makes a lot of weird sounds) that aren't the sounds of footsteps and doors openings. But I am pretty sure this might be happening again next weekend again. Go me. I know my super powers won't last that long so I better get use to sleeping with the lights on and having music in the background.

I might stuff myself in Brandons hunting bag and hope he doesn't notice that I am in there, we'll see.

Also enjoy these pics of me. Currently my fav trend, denim x denim. Make sure to read my blog post about the first time I wore this look!