Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Are you Seeping?

Everyone I know in Austin is bumbling around bleary-eyed due to lack of sleep today caused by the spectacular thunderstorms we had rolling through town last night. I know all my friends and family who live in places where it rains more than 3 inches a year are probably rolling their eyes and starting a sentence that begins something like, OH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT RAIN IS—And let me just stop you there: yeah, yeah, We KNOW. You have WEATHER. Congratulations. Now SHUT UP. My point IS, we got some major thunderboomers last night and it kept all of us awake from about 2am to… Ok, some of us were just awake from 2am on.
My personal journey began around 1:45am being awakened by the stench of a thousand dead cats, i.e. Fergus Breath. Fergus is a wee tad afraid of thunderstorms. He tries to play it cool, but the drooling, uncontrollable shivering and need to be .002 inches away from your face AT ALL TIMES gives him away. So, that's what woke me up, followed closely by the Wail of the The Hopper at 2am after the thunder really started rattling the windows.


I thought at first that he was crying because he was scared. Turns out, he was only crying because he hates being woken up. Once he’s awake, however, he doesn’t care if the sky is on fire and it sounds like cannons are going off right under my window. He just wants to TALK.

Hey, hey, MAMA, wha’s that sound??

Me: it’s Thunder.

Is that a volcano ow-side? Is there a volcano ow dere?

Me: No, baby, it’s THUNDER. It happens sometimes when it rains. Go to sleep.

DAT RAIN?? DAT RAIN OUT DERE?

Me: sshhhhh Yes, baby, that's rain.

Are you seeping? Huh? Mama are you seeping? (said 3 inches from my face)

Me: Yes, Hopper, Go to Bed.

Is Rowan seeping? (poking him a few times to make sure)

Me: YES, HOPPER, YOUR BROTHER IS SLEEPING, PLEASE DON’T WAKE HIM UP.

Why are you so mad, Mama? Hmm? Why so mad?

Me: BECAUSE IT’S 3 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING, SON.

Hmmmm, I KNOW. Let’s go watch THOMAS!! (the Train Engine)

Oh. Dear. God.

I love that little boy with all my heart, but I can tell you it took all of my internal strength and fortitude not to go into his room this morning as he snoozed peacefully, pour cold water on his face and say, "HOPPER! IT'S RAINING, ARE YOU SEEPING? HMMM?? ARE YOU SEEPING??" But I didn't. And that's how you can tell that I'm the adult in this relationship.

But it was tempting. AWFULLY tempting.

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