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I Don’t Want to Deal With It

By Donna Hulme

Like most little kids, certain things used to scare me. Not scared by noises that went bump in the night, I was probably
just Grimm’s Fairy Tales or big brothers jumping out to shout, the one now making the noises, trying to be quiet when I
“Boo!”, but rather the complete gamut of shriek inspiring came home just before curfew. The light of day was some-
events. I didn’t like going outside alone at night. If I heard a thing that was greeted with a squinting eye and a plea for
noise in the night I would tuck down further under the cov- just five more minutes of sleep. This time I pulled covers
ers, convinced that whatever danger was associated with the over my head to block out whatever was preventing me from
noise couldn’t see me since I couldn’t see them when I was getting the precious moments of sleep.
safely under my blankets. I much preferred the light of day
over the night time. Eventually marriage and children came along. With the
increase of family size, the house size increased too. We
The teen years hit and the night time was the right time. Par- went from a cozy single story to a huge two story. Anytime
ties with friends, dates with boyfriends, football games, and we heard a noise in the house, somehow I was always the
dances all were more fun in the evening. Forget about being point person - with my husband close behind. Maybe I was
assigned the lead because I was
just more than a little perturbed that
someone would have the audacity to
disturb our sleep and break into our
house. My house was broken into,
not at night, but during the day while
I was at work. The burglars did
make a total mess, and ransacked
the whole house. After that, I was
36 ready to throttle anyone who dared
violate my cleanliness standards.

As time has progressed, I find the
little noises that a house makes at
night don’t bother me anymore. In
fact, I recently heard a rather loud
crash in the middle of the night. My
roomie was out and there really
shouldn’t have been anyone around.
I opened a tired eye, decided it was
too cold and I was too tired to get
out of bed. I decided I just didn’t
want to deal with it. I listened for a
bit longer, then, saw a light shining
in a room on the other side of the
house. I guess roomie came home
after all. I did text her to make sure
it was she in her room. She texted
an apology back for waking me.
Most burglars wouldn’t do that, so I
went back to sleep. God bless cell
phones.

I am so glad I am older and wiser
now. Staying tucked deep down in
the covers is nice. Not to hide from
fear as when I was a little kid, it is
just nice and warm and I love sleep-
ing in just nice and warm and I love
sleeping in.

Issue 1, 2009