Friday, March 22, 2013
I don't like night noises. I especially don't like noise at night when Dave is not there. Why do the vents or fridge sound so much more bangy and clangy, sinister and intruder-like at night? I am sure every night that someone is breaking in. That is not rational. My kids make a noise during the day and I barely notice, at night I am sure they are suddenly sick and are going to throw-up on the carpet. That is not rational. Wind during the day is annoying, but at night I am sure the tree is going to blow over and squish us all like bugs. That is not rational. I remember as a little kid having to run down to the shop to get the engraver for our school supplies. In my mind this was never remembered to be brought up when the boys were coming anyways. That was some of the scariest moments of my life. Dave talks about going down into the basement of the old house for potatoes and just standing in the far corner to master his fears. Not I. I still run up my basement stairs as I turn off the light. I will never walk down a back alley, even if it is way shorter. I will not let my kids walk around town at night unless both Dave and I are with them. I don't like driving at night by myself. I always check the back seat of the car at night in case someone is waiting there to grab me. Sometimes noises keep me up at night. Yes I have a very irrational fear of the dark.