I'm sure we wake the kids many a night with the likes of this!
Here's a typical goodnight routine for Danny and me (as boring as it may be to read, I wanted to get this down):
It starts when we turn off our computers. The lounge room has a light switch at either end so depending who is where first, there is me trying to keep any light switch on, and Danny trying to turn it off, so that I have to negotiate my way down the steps, through the lounge and past the pool table and up the other steps (it's a sunken lounge) in the dark whilst avoiding him grabbing me. Of course I don't usually move anywhere until there is light so Danny moves on and goes up the hallway. Now there's a light switch at either end of the hallway as well, isn't there? So he's up one end flicking it off so I can't make it up the hallway without being grabbed in the dark and I'm up the other end turning the light back on and not going anywhere until he leaves the light on :P Honestly, we switch those lights worse than kids do! And I tell him off for it and I'm like "dooooon't" giggling all the way and he's like "shhhhh..."
So last night I was first up the hall and I'm standing next to the bedroom and Danny is down the other end (it's always a showdown of sorts). He turns off the light and I quickly open the bedroom door as if to go in there in the dark, but I side step into Mat's room so I can jump out at him for once... but... he had my bedside lamp on, so when I opened the bedroom door it shone light onto my plan!!!! I ran back into our bedroom squealing before he could catch me.
I ran into the ensuite and shut the door, turned on the light. I know I'm safe there because thankfully he doesn't harass me when I'm going to the toilet before bed. So I'm sitting on the toilet pondering what evil he is getting up to and I realise my glasses are on my bedside table so there's no WAY I can take my contact lenses out or I'll be blind. I open the door to darkness (as usual), and from the light streaming from the ensuite I see he's made the bed up to look like he's lying in it again (sometimes he is in there, it's all a big ruse to get my heart rate up). I run for my bedside lamp (they are touch lamps and often my saving grace because a simple touch creates light) and touch it... and it's OFF! That bugger! So I see his head down beside the end of the bed... I throw my jeans at it and run squealing back into the ensuite. Argh! I forgot to grab my glasses!
I come back out but Danny is there trying to get in so he can turn off the only light source (ensuite). We struggle. I run for the main bedroom light. He turns off the ensuite, I turn on the main light. I also turn on the walk in robe light for good measure. He struggles with me to get those lights off. I run for my glasses, run back into the ensuite and turn that light on. I take out my contacts and replace them with my glasses whilst he waits patiently. I come back out and we repeat the struggle for ensuite light/main light/walk in robe light. Then I go over and open the curtains just as he gets all the lights off. Either it was full moon, street light, or not completely dark yet (it was about 10.30pm) but it lit up the room quite nicely. Then while he was closing them I'd be turning the lights on again. Of course I had to time all this perfectly because lights on plus curtains open = people seeing Danny and myself not fully dressed. Hehehe.
Oh it was a big ordeal!
That went on for ages until we collapse in bed in a sweat and he says to me "I love you. You're fun". and I'm thinking... do I get a choice? I'm just running for my life here!!!
Did I ever mention one of my favourite features of this house is the creaky floor boards? You can't walk anywhere without it creaking (ok, you can in the lounge cos that's a concrete floor) so thankfully that does help my cause a bit :P
The turning off of the touch lamp was a new technique. He says he'll have to up the ante now that I know that one. I said he could flick the fuse box switch. He said it'd occurred to him but then he'd be stuck outside the house :P Glad to know that won't be happening. I think the worst he's got me yet was when I thought he was in the ensuite as there was light streaming out the door, but as I reached the walk in robe to get my nightie he jumped out at me from the darkness. Evil evil husband.
Just quietly, I love him too. He's fun ;)