This is not installment one

Ok. I'll admit it. I'm a big fat fraidy cat.
There. I said it.

If you hadn't gathered it from my third person, melospazmatic, esoteric previous post, my partner is away for the week and I am left behind to take care of our baby son by myself. This is the first time I've attempted single mommyhood, so you all should immediately pray for me (him).. after rolling your eyes and flipping me off, of course.

Sure I understand that mostly this will be a lesson in patience. I'm not afraid of that part. What bothers me is something else. Something that has bothered me since I was a kid: As soon as I'm alone at night, I am absolutely certain that they're coming for me..

Of course there's a story. Stay tuned for installment one of what is sure to be a cascading list of anxieties. For now, I'm going to make coffee to ward off the sleep demons (who were certainly absent last night - assholes!). Must. Stay. Awake. So that. Baby. Will. Live!