tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22157774.post7489355488917332587..comments2023-10-30T06:40:03.350-05:00Comments on Surviving the Chaos: What Was I Doing At 1 AM?Chaos-Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643470959118675651noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22157774.post-49884411210994734522008-09-08T16:37:00.000-05:002008-09-08T16:37:00.000-05:00Do you need me to come over and open a "don't-mess...Do you need me to come over and open a "don't-mess-with-me-I'm-pregnant-<BR/>AND-miserable-with-a-cold"-can of whoop rump (can Christians say that?) on the water company?<BR/><BR/>I will. I'm spoiling for a fight anyhow (someone should text MotH a 911 right about now). <BR/><BR/>AM slept THROUGH the thunderstorm that there for a while I believed MIGHT be ushering in Armageddon (the storm even woke my in-utero child!). Then, once said end-of-times-that-wasn't-the-end-of-times storm was over, the DISTANT rumble of the retreating storm woke him up 30 minutes after the main event was over. <BR/><BR/>I was up anyway (due to aforementioned cold), but the blood curdling "DAD!!!" that came from his room still caused me to sit up in bed and go tearing in there(dad is the one that has always slept in AM's room in case of a thunderstorm or Boogeyman attack. He can sleep through anything, including AM's rather active sleeping habits, whereas a slightest movement keeps me awake).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com