Parenthood… or something like it

I sit here at my computer half awake feeling like I understand what it is like to be a parent… if you are thinking I am going to share something, sorry… not today. However both Phil and I agreed we have now experienced what it is like to not sleep during the night while you take care of something or someone!

Last night we had the first thunderstorm of the season. It started about two in the morning and lasted until I got up for work at six thirty this morning. I normally love storms, there is nothing as cozy as snuggled in bed hearing the earth get much needed rain and knowing things will start to turn green as a result. However last night this just was not the case! You see we have a dog… a dog that typically sleeps through the night and does not bother us… this really is the way we prefer it! However, much like a child, he did not like the storm, not ONE bit!

At about 2:15am when the storm started he freaked out, for the next THREE hours he proceeded to run circles around our bed, crying, whimpering, and panting OH SO LOUD! Both Phil and I kept on getting out of bed to calm him down, he would for about a minute and then start freaking out again. Normally I would just try and ignore it, but he was so loud and so persistent there was just no sleeping happening. After this went on for way to long there was an especially loud thunder clap that sent him jumping up onto our bed to be close to us. I figured this would maybe clam him down so we let him stay. After close to an hour more of him being scared, he finally settled down right between us and slept.

Though now both Phil and the dog were sleeping, being on a queen bed left almost no room for me, so I proceeded to stay awake until my alarm went off. (Have I mentioned that our dog is a 107 pound lab? Yeah, he is almost as long as I am!)

Is having kids something like this? If so, I think I need to get a bigger bed!! As I left this morning, my two boys were still sleeping oh so peacefully on the bed, PD had officially taken over my side and was looking quite proud of himself… I wonder if secretly he “pretended” to be scared just so he could get up on the bed  :)

Just as I finished typing… it started to thunder again… poor dog…. Poor Phil who is at home with him!