Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Watch that big black sky. Hear that BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!.

Tonight after work I went for a run. (Go me!) Afterwards, while my Bug was playing video games with Daddy I decided to take my Bear for a little walk down the sidewalk. Nothing crazy, just me and the 17 month old who wanted to point out EVERY car and say "VROOOOM!" while pointing wildly at me, the car and freaking looking like an adorable fool. When we got back there was time for a quick shower and then we put the boys to bed.

40 minutes we hear Brandon crying. (He's the Bug. 3.5 yrs old.) Daddy heads in to check on him and they chat for a while. Then Bran comes out to go potty. While he's doing his thing Daddy tells me that Bran got a little scared watching him in a haunted mansion level in Banjo Kazooie. Damn. Brandon comes out and tells me about the scary music. I give him a kiss on his belly and tell him to keep it there all night and give it back to me in the morning. I utter a useless prayer that the belly kiss will ward off any more "scariness" and off he trots to bed again.

Enter... LIGHTENING and... wait for it... THUNDER.

Earlier this week I updated my Facebook status to BEG for rain. You know, that wet stuff that has eluded our state for WEEKS and decided TONIGHT to grace us. The night my 3.5 year old just happens to watch a haunted mansion scene in a video game. The night my 3.5 year old decides to be scared by thunder because of said haunted mansion scene in a cartoonish video game. My God I hope he's not around when the Great Giant Poo resurfaces in that game. What if a hurricane is upon us at that time? I digress...

Before tonight I was beginning to think I had defied the odds with Bran because we taught him at a young age that "The sky says BOOM!" and he wasn't afraid of thunderstorms. He thought they were cool. You know the age when you teach kids the animal sounds? "What does a cow say?" yadda, yadda. Well we added "What does the sky say?" and we'd all giggle and shriek BOOM! Oh I thought I won. I thought I WON!

Foolishness.

I had to stay in his room with him for a while telling him not to smother himself with his stuffed animals and that he didn't have to hide from the lightening.

I suppose this is karmic payback for the years of running in to my parents' room in the middle of the night, terrified of thunderstorms, not able to sleep, unable to be in my perfectly cozy bed by myself. No, I had to wedge myself between my parents and cringe when the sky cracked. (Yes people, I outgrew this before middle school. But no, I still don't like thunderstorms in the middle of the night - waking me up, messing up the precious sleep I get, making me worry that the power will go out and the baby monitors won't work, and I won't be able to hear the kids, and they'll cry and scream and think I abandoned them, and so I get up and check the freaking radar on the computer and put out flashlights and count one-one thousand, two-one thousand after every flash... Damn... BREATHE GIRL!)

It was a short storm. Over by 10pm. Not even slightly bad. And the minute that Daddy told Bug that the storm was over and it was all ok, Bug fell asleep and we could finally close the door and finish watching our TV show.

Productivity FAIL for the night.