How to Freak Out Your Wife

Do I have a story for you!

Let’s stay on schedule though and cover breakfast first. 😀

After BodyPump this morning, I made myself a yogurt bowl that included a mini box of Cheerios (oh oh oh!) that I snagged from the cruise and a sliced Gala apple.

On my next trip to the grocery store, I may purchase one of those variety packs of children’s cereals. The small box was the perfect size for mixing into my yogurt and the cereal added texture and volume to my breakfast.

Delicious and nutritious… just the way I like it.

Now onto story time!

How to Freak Out Your Wife

Ryan is typically a pretty good person to share a bed with at night. He doesn’t snore, rarely talks in his sleep and doesn’t hog the covers.

Prior to last night, the oddest thing he had done in his sleep was tap me on the shoulder and say, “Baby! They painted Fagan (our last name) on the greens.” I got a pretty big kick out of that one. 😀

The events from last night, however, did not amuse me quite as much. Truth be told, they had me in a panic.

Let me take you though the crazy scene that occurred in our apartment around midnight.

About an hour after we fell asleep last night, Ryan threw off his covers and stood straight up, turning on the light and looking at me frantically.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” I asked him, alarmed.

“There’s someone in our house.”

“What!? Oh my God.”

“Seriously. There’s someone in our house.” His voice was serious and intense.

I immediately went into action, running for the door of our bedroom to lock us inside.

I looked over at Ryan who was calmly putting on his watch. Odd, I thought. He then grabbed his phone, which I assumed meant he was going to call the police.

He stood there, looking at his phone, prompting me to desperately say, “What are you doing? Call the police!”

He then put his phone down and crept over to the door. He opened it and we all walked out, straining to hear any noise from downstairs.

“Wait. I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe I’m wrong,” Ryan said.

With that, Sadie ran downstairs and I threw up a prayer asking God to protect her if there was really a murderer in our living room.

All of this happened in less than two minutes, and Ryan’s last statement seemed way too calm to me. My heart was still racing a mile a minute, but when Ryan started to walk downstairs, I began to think something was up.

“No one’s down here. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on,” he called from downstairs.

Sadie ran back upstairs and Ryan followed shortly after.

“Were you dreaming?” I asked him.

“Maybe. I think so. I don’t know.” He was clearly still out of it and a little disoriented.

I was sweaty, my heart was racing and adrenaline was rushing through my body.

We climbed back into bed.

After asking Ryan a million questions and receiving confused answers, I eventually concluded that he was dreaming. Eventually he started to get with the program and began laughing and apologizing. I started to see the humor in the situation about 30 minutes later when I was no longer completely freaked out.

Ryan was then ready to go back to sleep while I was ready to make a seriously detailed game plan just in case an intruder ever does come into our home.

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This did not sound like something Ryan wanted to do in the middle of the night, so after listening to my “rough draft” action plan, he rolled over, leaving me lying wide awake in bed for the next three hours.

Just in case you were wondering, it’s impossible to get back to sleep after you think you were about to be killed.

It looks like our third week of marriage is shaping up to be an adventurous one! 😀