My Husband is Creepy

My husband is freakishly un-natural the last couple days.

Last night he went outside with Mela, and I went in our room to change for bed. Our window was open, like it usually is (sorry Paxtons, don't look over the fence). Wes was just standing there looking in our bedroom while I was changing, like it's something he's never seen before. Either way he hadn't said anything so when I noticed him I sort of screamed and crouched on the floor. Who does that?!?! Who just stalks their wife through their bedroom window, then doesn't understand why she freaked out?

Then this morning I was vacuuming the basement, for the zillionth time this month, while he was changing Dylan. Just vacuuming, when I notice he and Dylan are sitting on the stairs watching me. Again, my heart stops. If you're going to be in my space when I think I'm alone and can't hear you, make your presence known!

And again I was in Dylan's room with him while he was throwing a temper tantrum, so screaming. Wes came home from work to get something, again not loudly enough that I hear him in the house. So when I come out of Dylan's room and run into him in the hall I'm really ready to pass out at this point. It's not nice to sneak up on people that much. I've asked him in the past when he comes home from work at odd times to let me know it's him so I won't think someone has broken into the house.

For the love, I don't know how much more my heart can handle.