unusual

Ryan got up early and left for work as usual at 6 o'clock this morning.
As usual, I barely heard him get up and get ready and leave as I rolled over and dozed some more.
Sawyer got up as usual just before 7.
He and I had some breakfast, got some chores started and hung out watching some tv before I had to wake Savannah up for school just before 8 (oh the rare morning that she sleeps in!!). She was OUT. She didn't wake with me just coming in or opening the blinds... I had to physically wake her up. I helped her pick out some clothes and got her going and then headed back downstairs.

And then froze in my tracks as I heard Sawyer talking to someone downstairs in the living room.
And then a deep unfamiliar man's voice talking to my son.
It wasn't the tv, it was someone actually having a conversation with my son.

Oh my, that was not a good feeling.
Turns out it was Ryan... he has basically lost his voice apparently catching some miserable version of the cold virus stuff that Sawyer had a week or so ago.
He didn't call to tell me he was coming home for the day, he was all but fine yesterday, and I sure wasn't expecting to come downstairs and find him sitting on the couch at 8 o'clock in the morning.
Sneaking into my house with a strange strangled voice. Sheesh. Give me a heart attack why don't you.