My children though? Not so much. Now when those thunderstorms roll through, I am instantly awake, no matter how small the thunder, awaiting the sound of small feet on the stairs. I doze fitfully, in a semi-conscious state, knowing that at any moment the sound of "Mama!!" will interrupt any sleep that I manage to get. And so it was last night.
I heard the thunder start up and pretty soon after that, the children came downstairs. They were doing that half run, half walk...where your terrified, but you don't want anyone to KNOW you're terrified. And where do they head first? MY SIDE OF THE BED. Now, let me just mention here that Jamie sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door. As in, as soon as you walk into our room, you would see his sleeping form. But do the children EVER go to his side of the bed? No. They bypass him and head straight to me.
This pattern is not just for thunderstorms, but also for any night wakings. Thunderstorms, nightmares....and THROWING UP. They will walk straight pass Jamie, AND THE BATHROOM, I might add, in order to stand in front of me. I can't count the number of times I had to take my comforter in to be dry cleaned because someone ran straight to my side as if his sleeping, human form was NOT EVEN THERE, in order to say, "I've got to throw up!" GO TO THE BATHROOM!! I always yell. And yet, they do not. They come get me. As if the sounds of retching would not jerk me out of ANY deep sleep I might be in. I PROMISE...I will hear you! I would just appreciate not having to get the carpet cleaner out JUST ONE TIME! We actually run throw up drills at my house. Yes, that's us. Let's discuss our escape plan if ever we were to have a fire or some other tragedy...oh...and what do you do if you need to throw up?? They will say, "Run to the bathroom and call out for you!" But what they really mean is, "Run PAST the bathroom, to your side of the bed so that we may throw up on the carpet and all over your Pottery Barn bedding!"
Boy...THAT train just totally left the track it was on, didn't it?
So, anyway, back to the thunderstorms last night. The children came in and I got them all settled in on pallets in our room. I climbed back in bed, listened to the thunder crash and the lightening flash and enjoyed the security and warmth of my bed. I snuggled down, this time knowing that it was not just me that was safe and secure, but all my little chicks too.