You can call me Carol Anne
I think my house is haunted. The baby has many toys that play some snippet of music or make some supposedly pleasant noise when touched, or pushed, or hit, all in the name of a developmental reward system. He has this Leap Frog activity table that plays different songs and despite the fact that my son is upstairs sleeping, it keeps playing music. I'm not sure how to handle the situation. I was considering turning it off because it is simply annoying but I don't want to anger whatever spirit has decided to play with his toys. The horse on his Little People Animal Sounds Farm often whinnies for no apparent reason. The other night the little musical toy in his crib started playing while we were both downstairs. Restless poltergeist spirit of some lonely little child? I hope he/she is friendly.
Anyway, as Jimmy Crack Corn plays in the background, I had two nightmares last night. One was that the boyfriend had died. It was most distressing and I think it was brought on by him telling me about his mother's concerns that he would be drafted. Of course, that possibility has entered my mind from time to time but I try not to think about it. I don't know what we'll do if it comes to that. Mortality can be such a motherfucker.
The other was that I was hiding in some old abandoned mansion from an oncoming tornado and some mafia guys who I owed some money to. That was just kind of goofy.
I kind of hate being in this house by myself.
