So last week it was the ceiling fan. Tonight it is the lights.
I was the last one downstairs, turned off all the lights (and yes I REMEMBER turning off ALL the lights), came upstairs and got ready for bed. Then, I remember that I forgot something and started back downstairs to find both the foyer and outside light were on. Hunh? I know I’m forgetful, but geez, I REMEMBER turning off those TWO lights! Ok… maybe I didn’t. So I turned them off again and got back into bed.
Ron pops into the room (he was in his office) and we talk for a few minutes and as he departs he asks me “Aimee, why didn’t you turn the lights off downstairs?” HUNH?!?!?!?!?! What?!?!?!? I said “uh, I did … twice!” and relayed the story above.
So he says he’s going to check it out and right before he goes down, he remembered that when he came to our bedroom, he couldn’t see, which meant NO lights on.
Our first thought was Joseph heading down for water (because he NEVER turns lights off). 😆 But Joseph was asleep in bed, door closed and I didn’t hear him roaming the house.
I’m at a loss… except to say Ron turned off the lights again, I fell asleep and didn’t see/hear anything again until morning.
Very very very weird.