Scaredy Cat

I am a chicken. Dogs barking and creaking and moaning of the house and furniture at night scare me when I am home alone. And I am home alone alot. I have never lived alone. I lived with my Mom and my burly manly Dad who I know would have not hesitated to shot anyone who tried to hurt any of us. When I first moved out of my parent house I lived in university owned apartments with Crissy and 2 other girls. With 4 hunky Latino men directly upstairs. Good to look at and good for security. Then when Crissy and I moved off campus I wasn't scared because we lived in a big complex and well Crissy always has a plan. Then I lived with my ex-husband and then back to my parents and then with Joey. But now I am home alone with The Phi about 3-5 days a week. Last night Roo got up about 3 am and ran outside to the side of the house where our rooms are and barked and barked for about 20 minutes. The sensor light the neighbors have went on and I freaked out. I checked on The Phi about 3,467 times and I walked around the house. I was convinced that someone was trying to break into the house. Convinced that someone was under the house and trying to find their way in. Needless to say I got about 4 hours of sleep. I laid there listening to every single little sound amplified in my mind X 1000. Roo's stomach digesting made me jump. I laid there and tried to figure out what would I do if someone did break in. Do I grab The Phi and lock ourselves in my room or make a dash out the front door. I even had my phone open and the 9 already dialed just in case. In my half sleep I was panicked. So as you can imagine today I am tired.