Our kids are constantly leaving the lights on. This used to bother me until we discovered that our homebuilder installed light sockets that require expensive "energy saving" special-order bulbs which cost $15 a piece. Technically this is supposed to save us money because each bulb is supposed to last 12 years. In reality, they last about 12 minutes.
Seriously, when we asked someone at the specialty light store what the deal was with them burning out so fast he told us that the company who makes them certifies their lifespan by turning them on and leaving them on for 12 years. "It's the turning them on and off that causes them to burn out," he said. "It's better to turn them on in the morning and leave them on all day."
Right. Leave the energy saving lights on 24 hours a day. *Saves info in the Environmentally-friendly Ideas Gone Awry file.*
But the good news is that with the time I save not having to nag my kids to turn off the lights, I can focus on more important things -- like nagging them to shut the dang door! (Seriously, my front lawn is probably more air conditioned than my house). Unfortunately, since they can only focus on one thing at a time and then only in 3 second increments, they can't remember to shut the door and flush the toilet in the same day. Or turn off the faucet after washing their hands (or, frankly, to wash their hands) Heck, they have a hard time making it all the way to their bedroom to get their jammies on because they get distracted ("Squirrel!") by the path of board books they made down the hall so they stop to read some, and then it reminds them they wanted to play legos, and then that reminds them that they wanted to smack their siblings. Because there's always a reason to smack your siblings.
So we're working on it. I'm even stepping up my training program from covering just the basics like flushing toilets and shutting doors to coaching Michael on how to answer the phone. So far it's going really well. At first the phone would ring and he would pick it up and just stand there like it was 1775 and he was having a strange dream. Now sometimes he'll sneeze on it before he tosses it to me like it's a hot potato.