The Art of Distraction

Doesn't time drag by when you're waiting for something?
I am a patient person by nature. Even so, my skills at patience have been stretched to the limits these past few years. It's always nice to have a distraction when you're infertile. Something else to focus on besides cycle days & Dr appointments. I always try to have something else to keep my mind busy & sane.
The past 12 months has provided me with an excellent challenge. We demolished our 55 year-old cottage & rebulit a new 4 bedroom home. Planning this has been a godsend, an outlet for my Piscean mind. Choosing tiles, bricks, window coverings & home decor has allowed me to run straight past the Baby Section at shopping centres and marvel at lamps, cushions & lounge suites. Fun!
3 months into our brand new dwelling, settled & colour co-ordinated, I find myself thinking about babies to stash in those 3 empty bedrooms more & more.
I needed a new distraction..something to help bring August and IVF here in a flash.
Well, I got me a distraction....but I don't want this kind.
Having no prior experience with Ghosts, it has taken a while to accept that our warm, welcoming new home has apparently attracted a visitor. An uninvited visitor.
I'm not easily frightened, or superstitious or even a believer in Ghosts....but a few unexplained incidents certainly has us spooked.
We came home one evening to find my hairdryer on. The sound greeted us as soon as we walked in. Yes, plugged in & laying on the floor of my bathroom, just blasting away. Weird. Not to mention, tres dangerous. I certainly did not leave it on that morning.
Last week, it was the hot water tap in the Ensuite. Water. Not dripping, or dribbling. Pumping out, furiously. Spraying hot water everywhere & requiring several turns of the tap to stop the flow. Thuds on the wall, loud enough to send me running to a room to investigate what the hell fell Over??? Nothing had fallen. Creepy huh? Drops of Blood (I wasn't even Menstruating for a change!) in a trail from my bathroom to the dining room wall. My dog, going CRAZY, jumping at walls & clawing at doors, whimpering...very out of character.
And the doozy......a woman's voice, loud and clear who declared "MINE!" when I was telling a friend about the tap in MY ensuite.
Eek. Strange distractions indeed.