Gathering Thunderstorms

Sleeping. Sleeping.

Lately in our house, sleep is illusory.

I am not sleeping well becuase...well...I am sleeping alone. Jack isn't catching enough winks because he can't decide which end of the big boy bed to place his head, AND has made the command decision to give up naps. Trey's major complaint about deployment has been the lack of much needed sleep. Even Boomer has become more restless during the night; wandering around the house to find the best place to protect and defend his pack. Strangely, Cole seems to be the only family member undisturbed by life's worries and changing patterns. He sleeps and sleeps and sleeps.

I am convinced that his well rested nights lead to his disturbingly cheerful outlook on each day's beginning, thus leading me to believe world peace may be simply solved with more sleep. Anything is possible after a night of relaxing undisturbed hibernation. Daunting tasks and troublesome thoughts seem less so the morning after eight hours of deeply restorative rest.

Last night, I knew that I clearly needed to pencil in more sleep. I was losing my patience with the boys, complaining about simple tasks, and approaching everything with muddled emotions. Life seemed out of control. Control and I have a love/hate relationship.

It was actually a picture perfect night for sleeping. A gift. A cool evening filled with spring sounds, soft salty wind blowing, and a passing thunderstorm. Am I kooky because I sleep the best during a full blown thunder storm? Seems sort of tempestuous, but I love it. Nature's way of shedding some therapeutic tears, hammering down her worries, and cleansing her spirit. I think we all need a good thunderstorm in our lives now and then.

And, the VERY best thing about a night-time thunderstorm is splashing in the puddles the next morning. Laughing while stomping through the tears and perhaps words to live by.



Jack's picture of a thunderstorm.