I’ve got laundry running. I made cookies. I mopped. I took out the recycling. Homemaking is in full swing here. I plan to scrub my bathtub, sweep, do a general pickup, and dust next.
Then, I plan to read and write. Homemaking is my job and my love, but writing poetry is my passion. Followed by painting and photography. I’m so grateful my husband provides so that I can stay home. It gives me time to care for the house, care for myself, and pursue what lights my inner fire. Housework gives me satisfaction, but only creativity energizes me.
Honestly I need energy. I haven’t had much sleep recently. And the past two nights, something weird has happened.
The night before last, as I was trying to drift off to sleep, my alarm started going off – at 1:37 am. I never set such an alarm. I checked my app, and a new alarm had been set for that time, scheduled to go off every day. Then last night, I was finally getting a little sleep when my eyes flew open in the dark. For a moment I wasn’t sure why. Then I heard a thud out in the main part of the house. It was irregular and quiet, but loud enough I could hear it. I looked at my phone to see the time. 1:37. The thudding continued. It creeped me out. I had to turn on rain sounds to try to drown it out so I could sleep again.
I feel like something is going on.
Life at Home 