There is a small hallway between our bedroom and the bathroom. Every once and awhile I do find the need to wake up and use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I call it ‘Pee Happy’ moments.
When it happens, it’s usually around three o’clock in the morning, I use the bathroom and crawl back into bed and for some odd one it is the best feeling of sleep ever for me. Crawling into a warm bed, knowing you have about three more hours of sleep (unless I can’t get back to sleep) is one of my favorite feelings. I dub them pee happy moments. Last night one of us was not happy.
I knew it was going to be a slight readjustment getting used to someone else being in the house with me. There have been moments where I’ll find my mindset back to those dreaded four months. It usually happens when I’m so engrossed in television or a project that I forget Cowboy is even in the house with me. Other times it happens when he is out of the house and its just me, alone.
I never been to a self defense class nor do I think I can really kick someone’s ass if I had to. I’m weak like that. I talk a big game that I want to kick someone but I don’t walk what I talk. I have a pepper sprayer somewhere, my mom would gasp if she knew it wasn’t on my keychain and that I have no idea where it is. We don’t have a gun in our house (NO WAY!) and I don’t sleep with knives underneath my pillow. My defense plan if anyone were to attack me is pretty much scream, kick and run. What’s your defense plan?
Little did I know that when faced with defending yourself, your body can surprise you what its capable of…We sleep with the window shades (and sometimes the windows) open so there is a lof of street light that beams into our apartment at night. This creates all sorts of shapes in our apartment. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I’ve thought that our tall lamp was a person standing in the darkness. I seriously have to stealthily walk up to it and push it to know its still the lamp. My point is the steet light beaming in makes it difficult to differentiate things, add the fact that this incident took place during a usual pee happy moment, I was not fully awake.
I woke up, went to the restroom, finished and when I opened the door, there in the hallway in front of me was a man. Foggy, half asleep my body went into defense mode. I hyah-kicked him in the chest and then slapped him on top of his head.
Yes, it was Cowboy. Poor thing. My excuse is he was just standing there waiting his turn to get some pee happy himself and my poor (GREAT) mind went into attack mode. He should be proud that I am so aware and can defend myself if needed. He shouldn’t have just been standing there in the darkness. After mending him – it was quite the blow as I’m proud of my strong runner’s legs, I crawled back into bed, very pee happy.