Unlocked

I'm normally relatively tired most of the time (I'm out galavanting when I should be resting so I think this is to be expected) and I nap in the afternoons. Especially when I work in the morning and at night. Today was one of those days. I worked from 6am-2pm and then went back in at 8pm to train a new employee.

To get a better sense of today's shannigans you'll need to visualize our living set up! Here's the best kind of description that I can give to the layout of our apartment.

When you walk in what we've deemed our primary entrance there is a vestibule of sorts that has three door ways.
To the right the first bathroom (the one where I keep all my primping supplies).
Straight ahead is the smaller bedroom which has been deemed the office.
To the left is a tiny hall way that has the entrance to the bedroom to the right and the entrance to the kitchen. Straight ahead at that point would be the front wall.
The kitchen is rather long and has ample space for our lovely art deco kitchen table and such and after walking through the kitchen you arrive in the living room.


Shell hurt her back and was laying in the living room crying/watching tv/reading/hanging out with Elsey. I had laid down for a nap in the bedroom. Normally when I take naps during the day I tend to stay in bed (YAY!) but today was different. How do I know this you ask? Well, when I was leaving the apartment to go back to work I noticed that the primary door to the apartment was unlocked (deadbolt and regular lock!) Most would say that this is no indication of sleep walking alone. However, Shell is OCD and one of her complusions is checking locks. Three times. So her and I can both say without a doubt that the door was locked before I went to sleep.

However, this is not the first instance of the door being unlocked. Unfortunately. I found my sleep journal so let's delve into some of the wanderings from the past few months.

september 6th- front door left unlocked

september 7th-Shell and I decided to block my exit, or at the very least make any exiting attempts result in a loudness that would alert Shell to my escape. Rather than fussing with the traps I went out the other door.

Unfortunately I wasn't the best sleep logger so I know there are missing entries. Before I started the sleep journal I know that there were at least five times where I at the very least unlocked my front door. On one occasion I
know I left the apartment. Shell, Elsey and I live on the fourth floor of our apartment building which means in order to reach the top of the tower we need to climb four flights of stairs. Well, one morning in front of the entrance to the apartment building Shell and I found an empty personal size cookie package. We would shrug this off normally, but we had just bought an economy size (who doesn't love wholesale clubs?) case of said personal packages of cookies. I hardly could deem that a coincidence. Especially since our apartment building houses under ten other people.