And that's why baby monitors are for the devil

The husband and I love watching movies.  As I said, we generally have a difficult time trying to find a movie we both want to watch, but we've gotten pretty good at adapting and enjoying spending time together.  Because when you are old and tired, the best date nights are the ones that happen in your comfortable chair [with your back saving heating pad - which, by the way, I have somehow crumpled into something that should not probably be used anymore.  Where do people buy heating pads? Heating Pads R Us?] without the masses, with yummy popcorn and the ability to halt the movie when the need to pee strikes.  Why would I leave the house?

Halloween weekend we were recovering from getting flu shots [meaning I was attempting not to panic and failing miserably until I was completely distracted by the passage of time and carry out dinner and the distraction of running errands], so we decided to just spend the weekend watching movies.  Well, we both also worked, but we made a conscious decision to hunker down in our free time.  Besides doing laundry, etc.  Gah.  Evidently the days of truly doing nothing have passed me by.

We picked up Horrible Bosses at Best Buy [where we went after getting flu shots and hitting Costco - I may have been a bit flittery and panicky during those stops.  I will not lie.] and watched that Friday night.  It was pretty good, and had a lot of my favorites in it [I am still unable to resist Collin Farrel, despite all the warning signs] [although the combover was pushing my limits].

Saturday I went to the library and decided to pick up some movies.  I got Cloverfield and Nightmare on Elm Street.

Cloverfield was terrible.  It was actually worse than just sitting staring into space because of the bullshit handheld camera jitteriness.  That doesn't make the movie seem more real.  It just makes it seem like you are stupid and don't know how to use a camera.  Lots of postapocalyptic movies are shot with regular normal cameras and I don't feel like it's the camera work that makes it seem less viable that Will Smith is the only one alive in New York after zombie rabies hits.


Nightmare on Elm Street was worse.  I accidentally picked up the new version and it was so bad that not only did I not care about any of the kids died, I was actively rooting on Freddy Kreuger.  We stopped watching after about 30 minutes.

Then the husband checked Netflix streaming and we watched The Baby's Room.

And I ended up having nightmares.

The movie is a Spanish horror/suspense movie, so you can watch it and feel very erudite for watching a movie with subtitles, despite the fact that terror is a universal language.  If you like scary movies, I highly suggest you watch this.  It's unbelievably creepy, and all I can say is that I am thankful that the girl is grown and we have no use for baby monitors, particularly the video kind because oh my god, what the fuck would you want to have one of those for? That's just ASKING for trouble.

I went to bed kind of scared, but figured that a few minutes reading Nancy Drew's latest adventure [she's going skiing! And people are buying fake stock in a fake fur company!].  I actually kind of wanted the husband to join me, but not enough to really push the issue, because I probably would have hated him a little bit.  A lot.  I would have hated him a lot.

I woke up from a nightmare at about 1:30am, needing to pee.  The bedroom was dark, and while I knew, intellectually, that I wasn't trapped in one of those creepy asylum bed wards, I wasn't quite ready to actually leave the bed and make sure no one was chasing me.

I finally got up, because we don't have a waterproof mattress pad, and went to the bathroom.  Neither of the cats tried to join me, which made me wonder if they: 1. Knew that something fucked up was going to happen to me, or 2: They had already gone over to the dark side.

I hurried back to bed, leaving the hall light on because darkness is when the monsters get you. I also realized when I got back into my bedroom that the window was slightly open, which made me worry that some creepy mist-type creature had slithered in through the screen. 

I shut it, got back into bed, and thought that maybe the husband and I should watch musicals instead.