We have just a few in our whole house:
- four in the basement
- one in the laundry room
- one in the bathroom off the laundry/kitchen
- six in the kitchen
- two in the den
- four in the living room
- one in the kids bathroom
- two in the spare bedroom
- one in Michael's room (plus he sleeps with a lamp on his night stand on)
- one in Noelle's room (plus she sleeps with a lamp on her night stand on)
- three in our bedroom
- two in our bathroom
Yes, that is a total of 28 night lights!! I was thinking last night as I went downstairs in the middle of the night to take some medicine about why I feel the need to have so many night lights.
When Sean and I were first married, we lived in a little, and I mean little, house out in the middle of no where. There was the house we lived in, the trailer the owner of the house lived in and train tracks. (it was so close to the train tracks that the house shook and we would have to call people back after the train passed) One night, in the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom. The house was dark so I turned on the light in the bathroom. About five minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was around 2:30 or so in the morning. We were more than a little freaked out. We yelled to see who it was and what they wanted.
The man outside said that he had been shot and needed help. Sean told him to show us where he had been shot. Sure enough, the guy had been shot in the top part of his butt. We called the police (who were there in record time). Turns out the guy had been shot in a drug deal gone bad, pretended to be dead and was walking for help when he saw the light go on in the bathroom.
After that, my need to have night lights became very important, and I became, just a little, afraid of the dark.
