Fall Storms

We are in the midst of a major storm here tonight and thank the gods that my son is sleeping through it for the moment. I wasn’t so lucky last night. Robmonster woke up at 12:35 a.m. (not 10 minutes after I went to bed) and came into our bedroom. When I asked him what was wrong (knowing the storm woke him up) I was told in no uncertain terms that “I don’t want you!”. Then he walked calmly back to bed waiting to be tucked in. He was darned lucky I followed! Lol

(BTW, fall storms are the usual up here near Chicago)

Somehow he has acquired my fear and awe of storms. He wants to watch them but only at a safe distance. We read the Dr. Seuss book where Mr. Brown makes thunder all the time and try to relate it to him. He does seem to get it but knows it is a book and that his parents are full of crap that storms can’t hurt you. Heck, even his mother doesn’t believe that so I can’t blame him. Lol

But I do like watching the storms and as long as I know they aren’t going to hurt me or mine. When Husband decided he needed to run out into it and rescue the trash cans I was a bit worried. Mostly for how I was going to explain why he ran out there in the first place to the insurance guys. Lol. Again, that male logic. I MUST save the trash!