Platt Discovery Cottage

afraid of the dark

January 22nd, 2008

So, its 11:15 and Fuss is still running around the kitchen like a crazy man.  I’m trying to clean up and watch a few webisodes of The Scrapbook Lounge.   I get to a point where he can be up but I will no longer interact with him.  It would not appear that I can be boring enough for him, he continues to want to ‘be with me’.

So tonight, after I’d started my non-interaction technique, he asks me if I’m afraid of the dark.   ‘No’ I answered with no small hint of cross-ness.

However, thinking about it, I AM afraid of the dark.  I hate it.  So does Bug and apparently so does Fuss.

When we were in England for the summer of 06, we stayed at a 400-year-old thatch-roof cottage.  It was in a tiny village with neighbours, but it was miles before even a glimpse of a shop or pub.  It was very dark at night. 

I slept with all the bedroom lights on! 

Colin thought I was totally nuts, but I was frightened.  Mostly fine with the lights on, not so good in the dark.  Okay - even with the lights on I waited for morning with great anticipation!

Even in my own home I either fall asleep with a light or the tv on.  If it’s totally dark, my mind starts to wander and I don’t like where it goes.  Self doubt, curiosities about my health, etc…all creep in.

 So, I lied to my son!  However, perhaps this is one area that protecting a child from adult insecurities is not necessarily a bad thing.   But, perhaps I wont be so flippant the next time he mentions that monster under his bed, because the monster is under mine as well!

 Enjoying the journey,  Amanda

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