The Lord is My Strength...

Dh has been gone for just over a month and I'm settled into a great routine which isn't to say I'm not very vigilant about our safety while at home. At night I double check all the locks, set my alarm and sleep with my phone at arms reach.

My ultimate fear has been being woke up by my the alarm and being terrified and unable to move to protect my three young children... and last night it happened...

I awoke to the sound of my house alarm blaring. It took me a second to realize it wasn't a wake up alarm, or a fire alarm. Someone had opened a window or a door and was in my house. It felt like slow motion.

I immediately thought of my dogs, and realized they had not forewarned me... maybe I slept through that.

I jumped up not knowing what to do... do I call 911? Do I call the alarm company?

My alarm once went off but instantaneously my phone rang with the Alarm Company to verify all was well. I got no such call.

I rubbed my eyes, desperate for my contacts to moisten so I could see. Then Jocelyn came to my side awoken and scared by the noise. This reminded me that I had three little people to protect... I sent her back to her room, and started down the hall way.

I was desperate to hear anything, foot steps, growling, but more than anything a door opening and a scared bad guy retreating... Nothing. I grabbed a screwdriver left on the banister. I had put the crib together and thankfully hadn't cleaned up after myself...

As I took the first steps I dialed the alarm company, someone, anyone should probably be listening in... Before I hit the middle landing a comforting voice told me that it was a system malfunction. Still gripping the screwdriver with all my might I disarmed the alarm and reset it.

This all happened in 45 seconds or less...it felt like a life time. I was scared out of my mind but I was ready to kill anyone attempting to hurt my children...

I made my way back upstairs to comfort Johey who had woke up and was crying... I sat to rock and nurse him and the tears started to come.

My biggest fear had come and gone. I was still shaking from the adrenaline, my heart beat so fast I could hear it...but overall I was proud of myself. I didn't lay in bed scared to move, I didn't cower into a closet and await my fate... I grabbed the nearest tool and I was ready to fight.

I'm a military spouse and a mother, and I can do anything.

I believe in Child Labor...

Well... only when it benefits me! :P

I noticed the playroom walls were looking a wee bit DISGUSTING so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone!

I handed each kidlet a wet towel and told them to get cleanin'!! I cheered them on, telling them how White they were getting the walls! They had fun, and had NO idea I had tricked them into a chore! Now if only they could do laundry and dishes!!