I'm a little jumpy

~It all started when I was sitting in church this evening with my friends, when a mouse scurried across the floor and ran under the door into the cafeteria! I slipped my feet up onto the rung of my chair, and scooted out of that room quickly at the end of the service.
After getting home, and tucking my kids into bed, I noticed that my bedroom door was shut, and I don't ever shut that door. With my heart pounding, and calling my dog up next to me, I opened the door only a few inches until it stopped and wouldn't open any more, without pushing with more effort. I freaked, and ran down the hall. When I finally convinced myself that no one could possibly be in there, not with my big scary dog in the house, I went and tried again, pushing harder. There were two big pillows behind the door, that must have fallen from the top of the laundry hamper where I'd set them.

Later, while sitting on my computer tonight, I heard what I thought was an owl, and as I investigated the rhythmic "hoo hoo," sound, I actually thought, that one might be inside my house. I followed the sound, to my baby's door, where he was simply cooing in his sleep. (it seriously sounded like an owl, not a baby...)
I guess my imagination must still be very active, if I can think these simple things are such big deals, but at least I always have a good laugh at myself at the end of the day.