Day 1: Night terrors, sleep walking and tornado sirens

This is not an April Fool’s day post or some zombie apocalypse (even though I do I have a team on stand-by ready to go if there was one).  No, this is about my Wednesday night.   My daughter woke up around 1:30 screaming as if her arm was being chopped off.  I tried comforting her and once she seemed calm, she started pointing out to the living room.  I let her down and she ran to the kitchen.  I thought she wanted milk, so I opened the fridge door and she took out both of her sippy cups.  One with water and the other with milk.  Then, she proceeded to go and sit on the couch, placing a sippy cup on each side of her; pointing to the tv asking for Yo Gabba Gabba.  She looked out of it and I was sure she was sleep walking. So, I brought in the room with me and turned on the tv, thinking at least I could go back to sleep.  Nope.  Every time she would start to fall asleep, she would wake up screaming again.   This went on until about 5 in the morning.  Finally, around 6, I fell back asleep only to be awakened around 7:30-8 to my husband telling me the tornado sirens were going off.  Great.  I’ve had zero sleep and now there could be a tornado.  Just a little while later, the winds were so strong and the thunder was, well, so thunderous, that it was shaking the house.  For safety, all four of us huddled into the only room in our house without window:  the tiny little bathroom.  Me: leaning my head on the tub, whining that I was too tired for this.  Husband: trying to figure out if it was really a tornado or just the wind and thunder.  The 6 year old: crying and asking if he still had to go to school.  And baby girl: sitting on her potty chair eating her cereal out of her bowl.  Which one would you want to be???

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