It was the other night, the door was locked, we checked on the kids, all was well as I lay down to sleep. And then, a feeling of un-ease hit me. A feeling that something bad could or would happen soon. I knew that all was well in our little home, but I just couldn't shake the feeling.
Now, I'm an impressionable type. Annoying commercial jingles, or songs from kid shows stick in my head for days. My active imagination keeps books or shows playing in my head for hours after I watch or read. I definitely can't watch horror shows, or I don't sleep at all. I just lay in bed wishing that the bathroom wasn't so far down the hall. I quit watching crime dramas a few years ago because I couldn't sleep just thinking about all the horrible things that could happen to me or my kids someday.
This wasn't like any of those things. There was nothing specific on my mind. I still don't know what it was all about, but as I lay there thinking, I realized that since moving to town, we haven't really emphasized safety to our kids, other than wearing helmets and looking both ways when crossing the street. My kids are used to being surrounded by family and friends. They don't know to fear strangers. So, I decided to have a talk with them. I hate painting such a horrible light on persons that we don't even know, but I know that my son will happily talk to anyone that will listen and my daughter is a sucker for candy. They can be social with strangers when they are all grown up, but for now, I'd rather be safe than sorry.
I still don't know what that feeling was about, but I feel better knowing that my children know how to stay safe. It was a good little chat.
Then, we organized! My awesome husband was still out of school this week, so we've actually been getting things done. He single handed-ly tackled the main storage closet that held the most mystery boxes and was the biggest mess. There is now room in there to store the annoying tubs of baby stuff that have been on our closet floor, and still more room for my sewing machine. There's still room to spare!
While he did that, I worked on the boxes in our room and it's almost done. I confess that there is still one box hidden behind my rocking chair that holds those papers I was working on and a few other things that I just didn't have the patience to go through, but it's down to one box! Okay... I still have stacks of books to find a home for. If only we had a book shelf... If only we had room for a bookshelf. So far, their home is on the shelves where a normal person would store their shoes. Thankfully, I'm not a shoe person.
Next up is the pantry!