when the cat's away, the mouse needs ativan

So, the traveling salesman has flown the coop again. And I am left in dismay. And to make his absence even more daunting, last night had to ruin any happy thoughts that may have existed in regards to my capability of coping alone. I do not function well without someone else habitating my home with me, hence the ativan. Although I have my kids with me, I just can't find means of taking comfort knowing that a drooling giggle machine and a pre-menstrual 3 year old have my back. My mind has a tendency to wander, so I refuse to lay in bed analyzing every noise and plotting plans of action for every scenerio my warped imagination concocts. Which leads me back to where I was going with this story about 3 sentences ago. Last night. So Bob gets home around 10 or something and we try to have some quality time together talking on the couch, when FWAM!!! (like my batman sound effect?) Something hit our house--or so it seemed--with quite a bit of force. Bob flew into action, because growing up in the ghetto prepares you for action. Instead of just saying "hmmm...wonder what that was.....probably just the wind."and going about your business. Me? I freeze. But, I sucked it up and went to check on my sleeping kidos, who were still sleeping and fine. But I wasn't. I am the kind of person that needs resolution. I can't just accept that there was no one outside trying to break in, or that a moose didn't just charge our home, or that roof shrapnel from my deteriorating garage didn't blow into my house at 60 miles an hour... no evidence of anything ever happening. THAT is what's scary to me. SO THEN, we get sidetracked looking for my wedding rings (another time for that story) and I forgot about it. BUT that couldn't be the end of it. So, its 4 am or something...I was still half asleep and close to heart failure, and Maddy makes her way into our room at the same time Bob is springing out of bed ready for more ghetto action. Yet again...another freaking FWAK, or POOMB or whatever it was cuz I didn't hear it. So Maddy and I huddle together in my bed while Bob goes to find the root of evil again. He comes back...and nothing. Again. "Probably just the wind". 60 miles an hour or not...wind does not "FWAK" structurely sound bulidings like my house. A blunt object HAD to be the culprit wearing away my sanity. So, my sweet husband says he thinks it was just our neighbor's broken storm door. I'm sure it wasn't, but oddly, that helped me sleep a little better.
So here I am...no more wind. Haven't heard any noises yet. But I have 3 sets of neighbors on standby for my phone call if I lose it. And things will be better tomorrow night when I have someone here to tell me lies to ease my troubled mind.
At least my power didn't go out, right Scott? :)