Confessional
I knew eventually my mid-life crisis would smack me between the eyes, wondering only the form of which sign would push me over the edge.
Now I know.
Is it seeing a 48 year-old staring back in the mirror? Nope.
Hair loss? Don't make me laugh.
Tendency to go to bed before 8PM? (now that is actually a possibility, but no)
Career angst over future of NASA? Rumors, all rumors.
None of the above even come close to the fact that a one-time thing turned into a sometimes thing has turned into a ritual every night.
I'm sleeping with the bedroom closet light on. Because you know it gets really dark at night, and the soft glow from across the master bath is ... comforting in a way. Not to mention far fewer shin bruises.
I can't keep it to myself anymore. I am a broken man. Creechman has a night light.
Oh, the shame.
Comments
Night lights are good. I've always had one in the hall bathroom.
Posted by: cassie-b | November 23, 2009 8:36 AM