“Does anyone else have a completely irrational ‘home alone’ routine?
The minute my husband leaves for the evening I somehow become convinced I’m starring in a true crime documentary. Every tiny sound outside becomes ‘the moment investigators later talked about.’
Meanwhile I’m wandering around the house holding a kitchen knife like I’m somehow fully qualified to defend the property despite having absolutely no training whatsoever.
Then the SECOND he gets home I’m magically back to being a rational adult again.
Okay so I’m exaggerating a little, but please tell me other women do stuff like this too!