Ahhh… our loving, neurotic little furbaby strikes again. She woke me up early this morning by planting herself on my chest and licking my face. She was trembling, so I rolled over and told Terry that she needed to go outside. He got up and took her downstairs, but I never heard the back door open (we have a bell on it for her to use, even though she doesn’t). Just then I hear some thunder. Terry comes back up with Phoebe and announces that she must be afraid of the storm that’s coming.
She gets a little apprehensive about thunder, but this was ridiculous! She would not let me go back to sleep as this annoyingly long storm took its sweet time rolling through. At some point, I got up and went downstairs so that I could give her some of her calming supplement to see if it would help (she hadn’t had her usual dose yesterday morning or before bed). The periods of thunder in this storm were LONG. I have never heard such long, extended, continuous rolls of thunder in my life, honestly. As it came closer and closer, I could start to see the lightning through the closed blinds and the long peals of thunder grew louder. Of course, this just agitated Phoebe even more, just when she had started to settle down and I was dozing off. To top it all off, just then the alarm sounded. Ugh!
Oh, no wait, to top it ALL off, I had been wrestling with a headache for most of the day on Sunday and through the entire night. I had such exquisite pain when I finally got up and into the shower this morning, I tell you! Terry rolled over and apologized at one point this morning and I just told him “It’s all part of being a mom.” And it truly is. It doesn’t matter if your kids are fuzzy or fleshy, they still get scared when a thunderstorm arrives and want to cuddle with mom and dad.
