I am sitting in my sun room listening to the rain outside. The thunder has never scared me, I’ve loved storms since I was young. Other than watching lightning over the ocean, this is my perfect spot. The rain relaxes me. The louder the thunder, the quieter I get. I don’t analyze or overthink things during storms, they force me to be quiet and still. The whole house is quiet and still. Peace.
Except, of course, for the chain saws my children are operating in their sleep. They have both been a little stuffed up today but clearly I should have gotten the vacuum out before they went to bed to suck some of that out of their noses. It’s a battle of the loggers back there, and as far as I can tell they are neck and neck. It would be funny if it wasn’t getting louder and they weren’t waking each other up.
So, here I sit in my sun room, listening to the rain outside and the sawing inside. They are young enough to still make it cute though…
Until I lay down to go to sleep and they start waking me up. It won’t be cute then.