I'm sound asleep, and she comes barreling in from her morning work-out session.
HER: HEY! I was just watching the weather channel at the club, and there's aSo I did what any rational person would do under such circumstances: I rolled back over and went to sleep. Well, tried to, anyway.
huge lightning storm coming.
ME: Huh? Wha?
HER: Wake-up! Lightning Storms! Go wake-up the kids!
ME: What time is it?
HER: Six-thirty. Go wake-up the kids!
Hours later, I'm replaying that conversation in my mind, and trying to figure out what she really wanted me to do.
We get the kids to school at 8:05AM each morning. Their alarm clocks are set for 7:00AM. That gives us an hour to wake-up, make our beds, get dressed, have breakfast, brush our teeth and get out the door in plenty of time for school. Because they're boys, an hour is PLENTY of time to get all that done -- and even leaves some time for putting together a few lego assemblies, too.
Soooo ... the reason for waking them up at 6:30am -- thirty minutes before their normal schedule -- was what exactly? So they could shiver and quake at the booming thunder overhead? I'd rather let them sleep through it. NOTE: It did boom rather loudly 2-3 times, it was a pretty intense storm, but they all slept through it (despite barking dogs -- who had apparently been woken up by Mom returning home form the gym!).
Maybe she was worried that lightning might strike them while they were sleeping?
All I know is that I'm extra crabby today, because I never really did get back that 30-minutes of sleep. Boooooooom! Splat, splat! Grrr! Bark, bark, bark!
