Here's another story from my ex's house. One night we had a few friends over and had a few beers, I had 2 or maybe 3. It was getting late and I had a few things to do before bed, so my ex offered to drive our friend home, while I stayed behind with the baby and finished up some laundry.
As he left I asked him if he would bring the laundry basket upstairs for me since I just hurt my back and couldn't really bend over. He said sure, and walked out of the house. About 20 minutes later, the baby's sleeping, and I'm just sitting in our room, cleaning up a little. I heard some banging coming form the bathroom next door, and thought..."Wow he's getting towels ready for the wash!" I was IMPRESSED to say the least! So the banging and bumping goes on for a good 10-15 minutes, I'm thinking... "Ok his mom must be home there's no way he's actually cleaning the bathroom". So I look out the window and see his car, confused I walk out of the bedroom just in time to hear him put his key in the front door, and pick up the laundry basket to bring it up stairs.
When he got to the top of the stairs I said to him "You just got home right this second?" He said "Yeah sorry it took me so long, I stopped at the store". I froze with fear. I had been alone in the house for a good half hour listening to banging and bumping coming from the room next door and had no idea I was alone the whole time!