Thunderstorms

I don't mind a good spring/summer storm.  In moderation of course.  This morning at 3:00am the thunder started rolling in, quietly at first and started to build.

That's when the little dog started whining and barking.  Hubby got up with her and tried to take her outside before it started raining but she wouldn't go. So back upstairs she comes and she's not going back in her kennel either. So she jumps in bed with us.  The thunder really started crackin' and rattling the windows.  She barked at every one. Sigh.  Then the kid comes out of his room, with the big, fat dog close behind. 

So I had the big dog trying to wedge his fat ass under the bed, the little dog whinning and barking at every boom and the kid saying "Mom" "MOOOOOOM" 

We didn't get back to sleep until 4:30.  Just when I hit dreamland (in the spare bedroom with the kid practically laying on top of me and the big fat dog panting right outside the shut door) hubby comes in to wake me for the day.

I need a nap.