It’s been a week and a half and I still love my new house.
I love the kitchen and the bajillions of cabinets and drawers in it.
I love having a one-story home — LOVE it. It’s so much easier with little ones than our old two-story.
I love having double sinks in the master. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy sharing most things with my husband but a sink is not one of them.
Heck, even the hot Texas sun is prettier over our new home.
But it took nearly a week to realize the bright light that shone in the Little Lady’s window during the day was NOT the sun . . . and that same bright light, at nighttime, was NOT the moon.
One week after moving in and sleeping with my daughter (who took awhile to get used to a new room), the “light-bulb”, so to speak, went off in my head and I realized our new home had outdoor security lighting.
It shone big and bright, lighting every blade of grass in the front yard and every strand of carpet fiber in her bedroom.
It. Was. STRONG. Lighting.
The Little Lady loved it — it gave her the ability to continue playing in her room, dressing and undressing baby dolls, even after “lights out.”
Mama was not happy.
But, Mama was a big idiot… yes, I can admit it (if only in 3rd person).
I thought it was a “permanent light.” On 24 hours a day. Wasting energy (and money).
After several days and nights of irritation, I complained to the Husband about our ridiculous light . . . that didn’t even have an off-switch! I told him all about some eco-friendly security lighting I had discovered through a business rep. Lighting that would use motion-sensing triggers instead of the “on all the time” approach. Affordable lighting that wouldn’t waste our pennies.
“We have GOT to fix this,” I emphatically told him, arms crossed, the security website pulled up on my phone, and my brain ready for a “we don’t need to spend any more money” fight.
That was when he walked me to the front door and showed me this:
Yeah. That would be the off-switch AND a timer for the outdoor lights.
I think I need more coffee.
disclosure: yes, this was a sponsored post and yes, I really did have this conversation with my husband. . . i.e., all thoughts, opinions, and tales are my own. p.s. I really do need coffee.
