A few days in the dark thanks to hurricane Sandy and the blackout of 6 days that followed, combined with Halloween week, was exactly the shock therapy that my two men needed to cure their slight fear of dark situations.
I should have guessed it many years ago when my loving hubby (at that time my loving date) took me to a haunted house with friends. It was rightfully called “Nightmares” and apparently dozens of people chicken out every day (if you scream “Nightmare!” they turn the lights on and let you out). I have to admit, it is pretty intense.
I have proof of our bravery (we didn’t scream “nightmare”) but as you can tell my loving hubby is less than reassured:
We tried again the following year and similar courage was displayed:
We have since then avoided all types of creepy houses.
This summer, we were walking next to another haunted house when the monster in front started talking to us. Seeing the traumatized face of my poor Baby Boy, I see I can expect the same fearlessness from him as his father.
So we had kept this Halloween safe with nice elephant’s costumes and disco divas (I’m a sucker for a good afro):
And then Sandy arrives and we had to deal with complete darkness for a 6 days. We handled it pretty well at first thanks to about 20 candles displayed all over the house and pots of boiling water to make a warm bath. But this is when my worst fear came alive: Superactive Baby Boy stuck in an apartment for 5 days straight. He managed to: break a glass (go try to pick up glass pieces in the dark), put out a candle with his bare hands, pour out 4 full water bottles on the floor, draw beautiful patterns on the floor with the liquid laundry detergent and pour soap and toilet paper in the tub full of emergency water in case the water was shut down. My husband retrieved his keys from the microwave and I managed to save the Louboutins from the oven just before I turned it on. We were prepared for Hurricane Sandy, we didn’t expect Hurricane Baby Boy.
So on day 5, it was our turn to scream “Nightmare” and we drove out to the in-laws in Buffalo. We were such in a rush to get out of the city, we made it in our record time yet.