A wiener dog is not a self defense weapon

It was a normal weekend night in Meridian and it was all quiet in my house. Relaxing and enjoying the peace because all the kids were in bed and my hubby in bed too. I am sleepy so I decide to go to bed and get some sleep.

As I am drifting off to sleep I think I hear someone in the living room and thinking it was one my kids trying to midnight raid the pantry I get up to take a look. Oddly enough there was no one there, went to the stairs up to the bonus room and listen. I turn on the light waiting to hear someone talking or at least yell at me to turn to the light off. Complete silence so I turn off the light and go back to bed.

Again I am drifting off once more I hear the pattering of feet again...this time I know someone is out there so I get up again. Open my bedroom door and take no more than 2 steps out my door and I bump into someone. Oh my sweet Jesus its Carissa! Then the following communication occurs..."AAAHHHH" "AAAHHHH" "AAAAAHHHH, what the hell are you doing?" I say as I am finally able to find words. As I turn on the light I see clearly that its Carissa holding George, our wiener dog, and Cole right behind her.

She was like, "OMG mom there is ghost in the house and we are scared!" I say, "what the hell?!" She proceeds to tell me that a ghost was walking through the house and even turned on their light. Then the ghost turned it back off and they didnt hear anything. I was slightly beside myself partly trying not to laugh and the other still controlling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I didnt realize until after that my voice was still elevated until after I said, "Are you freaking serious? There are no stupid ghosts in this house, THAT WAS ME!! I thought I heard one of you up walking around so I was checking things out...OMG you guys are not watching that damn paranormal show anymore! YOU HEAR ME! NO MORE!" As I am herding them back to the stairs to go up to bed I can hear the giggles and Courtney saying, "Well who turns the light on and doesnt say anything?" I can also hear my husband mocking me from our bedroom. I am so annoyed I just tell them to back to bed and stop talking about ghosts. I go back to bed and try to relax.

Wouldnt you know it, I cannot. So I get back up and go into the kitchen to get a snack. Flip on the lights and yell out, "ITS NOT A GHOST! ITS JUST MOM!" I hear giggling and my girls telling me ok mom good night.

OMG!!

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