Our youngest daughter is finally out of an 8′ x 8′ cell block dorm room after three years. She moved off-campus with her roommate for senior year. Utilities are not included in their rent.
The impact of paying their own additional electric bill was evident on move-in day. All of us were carrying, unpacking or setting up throughout the day and my daughter was also completing all the finishing touches. When I took a break to peek into my daughter’s windowless bedroom and see her progress, I turned on the light.
“It’s still daylight, you don’t need to turn on the lights.” She stated this in a very matter of fact way as she shut the light back off.
I chuckled only to myself, thinking about all the TVs left on with no one in the room, years of radios into the night and endless cell phone charging we tolerated at our house.
Toward the end of the day, we regrouped to get some dinner. The bathroom is at the end of the hall before you leave the apartment. I stopped in front of the powder room to turn on the light and told everyone I’d be just a moment.
“How old are you?”, as my daughter reached her arm back in to shut off the light, “you don’t need a light to go to the bathroom. You should know where everything is by now.”
The family laughed and headed toward the entryway as I stepped into the now darkened bathroom.
I closed the door thinking Tarah’s behavior wasn’t so funny this second time. I stifled my laughter as I realized it could be. I turned the main light back on, along with the shower light and fan and their nightlight.
My passive aggressive, behind closed doors, immature behavior probably cost an additional .00063 cents but –
I didn’t want to be treated like a prisoner –
and I don’t look forward to her full release in one more year.