I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come. I was doing what I normally do and letting my mind wander, reviewing the day and hoping that the blog post I held in my head wouldn’t disappear when morning came.
I was tired and soon my thoughts started to mush together and stop. Sleep was just about upon me. I took one more deep relaxing breath when..
CRACK POP CRACK
“OH MY GOG!” I screamed.
“Whoa, that was loud” Jeff said next to me.
Loud!? Loud!? Loud didn’t even begin to cover how that crack of thunder sounded. I was so startled by it that my body actually lifted from the bed. If my bladder had been full, I would have surely peed.
I have never in all my life heard a sound that loud.
In fact, the crazy scared part of my brain was trying to convince my rational side that it was actually a Trojan Viking giant with an axe chopping the house down. I was pretty sure that at any moment the house was going to split open.
“Will you go and check on the kids with me?” I asked Jeff.
I don’t know why but for as long as I can remember I have been terrified of thunder storms. It really is an irrational fear but none the less I am afraid. I put on a brave front for the kids so that they won’t pick up this strange fear but when they are not around, I totally freak out.
Even though it was dark I could tell that Jeff rolled his eyes at me but because he is a good man, he got out of bed and with me on his heels we walked around the house making sure the kids where all alright.
I was stunned that none of the kids heard the thunder crack. Seriously, these kids can hear me unwrap a piece of candy in the pantry when I have the door closed while I am trying to be sneaky. But an ear splitting thunder crack rips through the sky and they suddenly become deaf.
Kids are crazy.
We both walked back to our room and crawled back into bed as the room lit up with a flash of lighting. Jeff pulled the covers up to his chin and soon was back to sleep. I too tried to fall back to sleep but another crack of thunder shook the house pushing any ideas of sleep out of me.
It was then that I found myself wishing for something I have never wished for in all my years as a mother, my kids to be up in the middle of the night.
Yeah, I that’s right. I wished for my kids to wake up because trust me, the distraction would have been welcomed.