the basement

I have mentioned before how I am definitely scared of stupid things. To add to the list, I am officially afraid of my basement. There is nothing scary in my basement that should make me afraid; the basement is the man-room. Doc and Peter Pan live down there. The laundry room and second bath are down there. The computer used to be down there...until last night. All evening I kept thinking about how I needed to get some work done, but that once the girls are in bed (or even when they are awake but it is dark outside), I am too afraid to go downstairs, even if its just to grab the computer. I should be old enough that this should not be a problem, but it is.

So, when Carl got home, I made him carry the desk, chair, and computer upstairs to our bedroom so that I can get some work done tonight.