I wake up;hearing someone knocking outside my window. Not sure of the time but, it is definitely dark. There they go again...tap,tap,tap. Sounds like they are knocking on my heat pump/air thingy. I lay still, trying to decide the best route to the window that will keep me out of the line of fire (I know, I live in East TN...not exactly 8 mile BUT).They keep on knocking sometimes 3taps, sometimes more.
I'm going through my list of people that could be outside...surprisingly, I could think of a few. I roll over to see if Mike is on high alert. He's dead to the world. Get up and Check on Lily;she's snuggled.Levi,slightly disgruntled by the knocking but, making it work. Slide over to the window,gently move an inch of the curtain back. The neighbor's sensor light kicks on.Blinding. The person knocks again. Crap! Time to wake up the head of the household.
Mike wakes, yells out "what's going on?!" I explain.We wait for the sound...NOTHING. Figures. Right before I can go into my "you take your car in to the shop with a rattle..." analogy, they knock again. Mike slips out of bed. Don't ask me where they came from but my husband is now wearing his Marine Corp camo pants (no, I'm not making this up....he didn't even slip into a telephone booth or anything!) and he is going downstairs. I grab the phone so I will be able to call 911 when the shooting begins, and go down with him.
Mike checks all the locks and windows. We check in on Austin. He's safe and sound, probably dreaming of kittens swatting at butterflies. After everything seems to be checking out, Mike, cracks open the door and calls out to Rubydog...she finally waddles over to the door and plops down. We've been up for at least 45minutes When Mike's "Fight or FIGHT" (Semper Fi) kicks in; he goes out the front door. Left alone in the living room,wondering about his life insurance policy; I listen for his war cry. Mike comse back in, everything is clear. It's now 4:50AM, if we hurry, we can sleep in for 30minutes till the alarm goes off.
Still a little unsettled, we go back to bed after checking on the babies on more time. I lay down. Before Mike can take off his field gear, they start knocking again! Mike tracks the sound.....all the way to our floor fan. The blades apparently need to be tightened up a bit.
