Scared of the Storm

The thunder clapped so hard tonight it sounded like the storm had landed on top of our home. That's when the chorus of crying began from the sleepy, but not yet asleep crowd. So the two older girls huddled in the big girl bed and we sang songs and talked about meteorological theories and snapped pictures until the thunder and lightning passed.

Sophia is oh-so-annoyed that "the weatherman sent storms when she needed rest because school starts on Tuesday". Such is the logic of a 3-year old. When you are the center of the universe everything happens just to annoy/please you.

It's been a long day and I've been "on duty" since the first rustlings at 6.30 am. No cross-country meet for me. No haircut or eyebrow wax. No shower by myself. (Guess who was away from home attending to all kinds of personal business??) And it all starts again at 6.30 tomorrow morning. The only difference is after my first tour of duty here I head to a ten hour shift that ends with an hour-long newscast because it's football season. Home at 1.00 am. Bed by 2.00 am. And then 6.30 is here again oh so quickly. That's the storm that scares me.

Night, Night.