I am the nervous type who could expect something to pop out of my closet at night. I don't ever hang my feet over the bed and it is hard for me to handle the covers untucked at the bottom of the bed. I could never watch horror movies, or anything even close to it as a teenager because my mind was far too active and imaginative. Despite little exposure to the drama available today, I have always slept with a light on.
This preoccupation with leaving a light on continued when my husband went to drill and we were left home alone on the weekends. Now that he is gone for a year it would be fair to say we have taken this to a whole new level. Call me a little crazy, but some part of my pysche liked to think that this somehow mades our house safer. At first, it was just the light over the kitchen sink, but then it extended to the back porch. Then, I started leaving the garage light on. Next I randomly began switching the bathroom/ bedroom lights on in the middle of the night if I got up to use the restroom, just to let the world at large know--I AM AWAKE! It seemed there was some psychological power in flipping the lights on and off in random rooms as if to say-HA-- just TRY and catch ME sleeping!
Apparently, some part of my pysche liked to think that this somehow made our house safer, and apparently my children agreed with me. So even though it might be three AM, the lights are on. Not just a few lights, but every single bulb in the house is burning bright. My children are out cold (some under the covers) with bulbs humming away, yet we are managing to get some sleep.
It was after a neighbor called to ask if we had been sick the night before because she had noticed the blazing lights that a new thought occurred to me. Having all the lights on could be mean something else too-poop, pee, puke and plenty of trouble. So much for the illusion of power, I guess I'll go back to my night light.
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