DD aged 5 is home from school today as it i shut.
DD and I were in the living room while I was doing the hoovering when suddenly I had this overwhelming feeling someone was stood behind me, i turned round to see the back of a man dressed in black slipping in to my kitchen.
Absolutely crapped myself, left hoover running, ran to DD whilst motioning for her to be quiet, the terror in my face mesnt she actually complied for once. Grabbed the only threatening item I could see around me which was a bloody plastic shoehorn! My head went a million miles an hour but figured if we went out the back patio doors from the living room i could put DD over the fence to next door and then climb over (its only 4ft).
So I'm backing up to the patio door so as not to turn my back on the murderer in the kitchen, clutching a terrified DD and a shoehorn when the man steps out of the kitchen.
Its fucking DSS! I had forgotten he was here (though he has been here a week) he had just woken and come down for a drink, he just stood there looking at us all confused, shrugged and then trotted back up upstairs.
Now feeling like a right twat! Has anyone else massively overreacted like this!