I have a ridiculously clean house (that I had to clean myself. I couldn't delegate any of the yucky tasks I don't want to do myself)
Emerson thinks I'm just sooo much fun and doesn't want to sleep. Ever.
I check the locks a million times, and even though I know they're locked, I worry about magicians figuring out how to open them from the outside.
I watch so much Criminal Minds that I'm convinced someone is trying to murder me. So I sleep with both dogs in my room with the door locked and shut. (After checking the doors a million times)
There's no one to get me water or milk while I'm comforting a screaming baby, which is good because clearly my only focus should be on Emerson, not my thirst.
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