This morning Quinn woke me up early. I was so out of it. We were downstairs watching Sesame Street and I was drifting in and out of consciousness while singing along to some songs. Then we heard a few loud booms and bangs upstairs. Quinn yelled for her Daddy and I started to ask Dan what he tripped on. Then I realized that Dan wasn't home. He was already at work. I was completely terrified. I grabbed Quinn close and starting asking "who's there?" (Ok, now I realize that burglars don't typically identify themselves but... I didn't know what else to do. ) Quinn was squirming out of my arms while still yelling for her Dad. I grabbed ahold of her tightly, grabbed my phone and started to climb the stairs. First room (Quinn's) -clear. Bathroom- clear. Now the last room was our bedroom and the door was shut. Darn it. I decided to be brave and jump in to the room and try to startle the burglar. (riiight, because he wouldn't have heard us coming with Quinn yelling "Daddy!!!!") and that room was clear. So then my mind immediately thought- the basement. So I grabbed Quinn and ran outside. Mind you it is so cold, so windy and raining. I ran with her over to our basement windows- neither of them were broken. I checked out our basement door from the outside and it still had some fallen leaves sitting on top- check. Then I looked around and saw a tree branch that was about 8 feet long with a few pieces that were broken off in 1 foot sections. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I heard a tree branch fall and break on our roof.
It was such a scary moment for me. It is one of my biggest fears, being alone in the house with Quinn. But I think that I passed with SHINING COLORS!