I suppose I should just be happy that my husband stayed home this morning instead of going to the gym before work and that he got the kids up and fed and gave Eric his medicine (which was the inspiration for what I was going write about today).
Let me start with this…I don’t feel good. I can’t breathe out of my left nostril and my throat huts. Plus I’m ovulating and with an ovarian cyst, it feels like somebody punched me in the ovary (and this is my bitchy time of the month). Jeff comes in and tells me he is leaving for work, so I get up, put on my robe, and walk into the surface of the sun kitchen. We have five different light switches in our kitchen- three that work the recessed lighting, one that works the under cabinet lighting (I’m sure there is a technical term for that but I am unaware of it) and one that works the lights hanging from the ceiling over our island. The over-island lighting hangs about two feet over my head when I sit down. For some reason, those lightbulbs are the brightest bulbs on the planet.
If you look at my picture above- my eyes are that blue. They are super sensitive. I wear sunglasses when it’s cloudy out and squint while wearing sunglasses when it’s sunny. A friend of mine in college used to call me “shades” because I always had sunglasses on. (Oh and did I mention that I wear glasses in the morning until I put my contacts in? I’m blind as a bat so these suckers are thick)
When I walked into the kitchen this morning, I’m pretty sure my retinas were scorched. I think I need welders goggles when those lights are on. I have mentioned to my beloved a zillion times that my eyes are super sensitive and that those lights are too bright for me. He said he would change out the bulbs (he also said he would fix the dishwasher and attempt to turn the kids doorknobs around so the locks are on the outside) but he hasn’t done that as of yet.
Who likes bright lights first thing in the morning? It’s jarring, it hurts, and it makes me cranky. Plus with the thickness of my glasses and the brightness of the lights, I’m pretty sure I saw smoke. I could easily light crap on fire with these.
As I sit here in now dimly lit kitchen- I remind you all if you ever come see me…don’t turn on the f***^(*g bright lights. It makes me irritable.
Pretty much everything and everyone irritates me… but I hadn’t really considered this.
Thank for adding another thing for me to get pissed off at somebody about
Happy to oblige!
I think the under-cabinet lights are called “workspace” lights, or some such silliness….
Do yourself a favour, put in some lower wattage bulbs. When we moved in, all three ceiling fans on the ground floor had either 3 or 4 lights, and each bulb was 100 watts! Worse yet, the bedroom ceiling is less than 7′, while the other rooms are 12-14′, and the bedroom fixture had FOUR of ‘em! We are now down to either 40 or 60-watt CFL bulbs, which literally cut a third off our electric bill. AND kept my retinas from being fried!
Or install a dimmer switch, they’re fairly easy. As I’ve offered The Idiot, I’ll happily provide long-distance directions.
I’m gonna go with low watt bulbs and passive aggressive banter
I’m the same way…. I have blue eyes and I love the dark…. I hate lights…….especially in the morning…. why can’t it be dark when you wake up so that you can gradually become accustomed to the daylight as the sun comes up?
Amen my fellow blue eyed light hater!
I can’t stand bright lights in the morning. I had to get new blinds for the windows in my bedroom because the old ones let too much light in! lol. And they only come in useful on Sundays because every other day I am pretty much up by 6.
I had lasik and now I’m ‘Shades’ also. But damn was that worth it.
Because I’m blind as a bat, I like bright light. Dim lights are the reason I’m blind as a bat…reading in poor light, crafting in poor light…or maybe that’s just a lie the eye doctor tells me because he owns stock in bright light bulbs.