One hell of a thunder storm blew through our area in the middle of last night. At one point lightning and thunder were happening more or less simultaneously (as in, the lightning and resulting thunder were happening at the same time) on both sides of our house. It was CRAZY!
You should know, at this point, that since having a child I have, for some reason, become completely paranoid about tornados. It does not help that in the year prior to Gabbie's birth there were several tornados that touched down around where we live and that during the summer when Gabbie was an infant the tornado sirens went off on a regular basis.
(I need to stop here and avoid crying about the fact that this will be Gabbie's third summer. Time! Where does it go and why does it go so fast?)
Needless to say when the storm woke me up and subsequently freaked me the hell out, I made a break for Gabbie's room and woke my poor baby out of a nice, sound sleep. She sleeps most soundly during storms thanks to genius parents who play a white-noise-esque thunder storm CD in her room as she is falling asleep. We headed downstairs to the first floor - that much closer to the basement - to weather out the rest of the storm. Which, of course, ended approximately two minutes after we got comfortable. Still, since I had already scared her awake once, I wasn't anxious to wake Gabbie up again, so she and I stayed down there for the rest of the night, she sleeping soundly and me wired from the adrenaline burst I had experienced mere moments before when an extra-loud-and-scary thunderclap about made me jump out of my skin.
I weathered out the rest of the night on the couch, reading tweets and watching some horrible Lifetime movie starring Yasmine Bleeth that according to Comcast came out in 2010, but kept referencing 1997, and I'm pretty sure that Yasmine doesn't quite look like she did in the movies these days (not to say she looks bad these days, she just probably looks older than 22). I dozed off between 5 and 6, at which point Gabbie woke up and demanded 'ca-too' and a 'bah' (cartoons and a breakfast bar). Then she asked for a mommy-cuddle, and if that cuteness doesn't make up for so little sleep I don't know what does.