I know I am a grown woman, but I HATE thunderstorms! What's funny is that I Haven't always hated them, and I still don't hate the cozy kind you can curl up and read or snuggle to. I just hate the loudy crashy ones that come out of nowhere in the middle of the night.
Last night I had the worst headache known to man, and after a loooong neckrub from Steve and half a Tylenol PM I was ready to sleep. Sweet exhaustion! Then - all the sudden it was like God decided to cook and he was cracking the cosmic eggs on the top of our house!
One minute I'm dreaming of being back in college, and the next I'm nearly jumping out of bed with each thunderstrike. Steve knows I hate them so he was giving me those comforting pats..... we watched the monitor for our little monkey to wake up but she didn't. (But don't you dare flush the toilet or bark during her nap - it's her proverbial "Reveille.")
What is it about a thunderstorm, do you think, that makes rational people get freaked out? We have a strong brick house, we have a basement, we even have a weather radio! It just seems like it's Nature getting really miffed about something and I don't really like to tick off Nature. That never ends well for people.
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You make me laugh. Adrianna has the same problem of ALWAYS knowing when the toilet is flushed during her nap. What is it about that???? Glad Madeline could sleep during the storm though. :)
Those storms were really bad last night. They actually did wake Gabby up a bit, but not enough for me to have to go in and comfort her. She usually stays asleep and ignores the noise. The one who doesn't ignore the noise is our darn dog! I ended up having to go sleep on the couch with the dog since he was scared. Stupid pets!
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