Power went out tonight. For no reason. The circuit breaker just blew. It wouldn't have been a big deal if it hadn't happened at night. And if we knew where the box was. I wasn't home and I told Alex to look in all the closets. It was dark and she was scared.
I think we baby her too much and she's spoiled. When I was her age I'd have just gotten a flashlight or candle and done it.
Anyway eventually Alex found it in the back of Aunt Elaine's closet, but the circuits weren't labeled at all and it took Alex a while to find the right one. She is sleeping with a flashlight right next to her bed tonight.
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very strange, i'm not a very scared-y person usually, but i can scare the shit out of myself sometimes. i wake up at night, don't know from what, and start imagining someone is walking around in the apartment. i'm sure i can hear someone, and i'm scared to get out of bed and have a look.
most of the scares really live somewhere deep inside up, and when there's a situation where we feel helpless, have to fumble, search for matches and fuses, it all wells up, because there's nothing we can do about it.
i don't think she's babied, or spoiled. she just hasn't learned yet how to talk herself out of her fears.
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