Summer means thunderstorms. I like them. However I don’t appreciate their timing. They always start right at bedtime! C’mon…I am tired and so are the kids. Just as they are heading up to bed….BAM! The thunder starts and then the bright light of lightening. It can make any tired parent want to curl up in fetal position and cry.
Thanks to last night’s amazing storm, I was blessed to watch my kids sing, dance, cry, fight, and finally agree to go up to bed because we weren’t “in any danger”. Yes I was asked if we needed to take “cover”…thank you to their school for practicing storm drills :p
How did I survive…do you need to ask? I poured- no I didn’t waste a glass – I stuck a straw in the bottle of some fun wine and called it a night! What else was there to do?