Dear Mother Nature,
I have been meaning to talk to you for some time, but I just can’t seem to get you on the phone, so this letter will have to do.
We’ve been neighbors now, well, all my life. I’ve tried to be a good neighbor and put up with your little outbursts and eccentricities. I never complained when I lived in Minnesota and you’d keep your freezer door open for months at a time, making the whole neighborhood freezing cold. I didn’t complain this winter when your sprinklers were hitting my yard for two solid weeks, forcing me to keep my children indoors. I don’t even complain when your jumping around made my whole house shake. It’s a bit unsettling, you know.
But the time has come for me to say something. Now that I have children, I just can’t let everything slide. So I’m asking you, one mother to another, can you please turn down the lights? They’re keeping my kids awake.
Now, I get it, it’s that time of the year. Summer solstice just passed, and you’re feeling happy with the warm weather and summer officially being here and all. You’re feeling like having a party and celebrating. I get it. I like a good party too, but there’s a time and a place and it just isn’t neighborly to have those spot lights shining into my house at the crack of dawn and past bedtime. We have decent shutters on the windows, but the light still gets in.
When my kids see all the light they want to join in the party as well. It’s been making getting them to sleep extra difficult and they do need their sleep. They’re not getting enough sleep and it’s making for some cranky children in my house. More importantly, it’s making for a cranky mommy. So I’m asking you, please, for the love of God. Turn. The. Lights. Down.