I plugged the light in the wall in Eli's room. Nothing. Hmm. I turned the switch. Nothing. Must be a dead light bulb. I went to the other room, and got a light bulb from another lamp. Still nothing. Okaaay....must be the lamp. I went and got the lamp from the other room that I had just taken the light bulb from, replaced the light-bulb, and tried plugging the new lamp in. Nothing. I turned the switch. Nothing. I tried every electrical out-let in Eli's room. Nothing!
Hmmm....there's something wrong with the electrical outlets!! So, Joel came home, and I told him. He asked me if I had checked them all, and I assured him that I had. So, he spent a half hour after dinner finding the right breaker to that room, turning off the electric, and taking out all the outlets to find the problem.
Here is where I start to feel stupid...gulp.
He came to me a little later." Um, Love.....Did you use the two lamps in the hall-way to check the outlets?"
"Okay, well, one of them doesn't have a light-bulb, and one of them has a dead light bulb."
Oh....um.....I had never thought that the light-bulb in the second lamp might be dead as well! It had just never occured to me. The light-bulb in the first lamp was dead, and then I put another dead light-bulb in it! Here I was, thoroughly convinced that there was something wrong with the outlets, and it was just two dead light-bulbs. Good-grief.
Fortunately, my husband still loves me...