Sleep deprived

Last night, if I got 3 hours of sleep, that’s being generous.  Our area was under tornado watches and nasty evil weather warnings overnight.  Around 1 am the second band of storms hit us and woke me up.  Winds were gusting around 40 mph, rain was blowing horizontally and it was thundering and lightening.  I turned the tv on to see the radar showing the viewing area and what color of dred we were under.  I was scared like a 5 year old.  I hate being by myself during storms, especially if the word tornado is mentioned.  The way it was looking outside, and the fact that my house was shaking from the wind, I was about 2 seconds away from grabbing the paws and going downstairs and hiding somewhere b/c I thought the house was going to blow apart.  I haven’t been that scared over a storm in ages but last night did me in.  I seriously thought the wrath of Christ was about to hit.  Looking back, perhaps I was a bit melodramatic, but at the time I was nervous. 

As a result of said heinous evil weather, I was awake half the night.  And then to top it off, Yellow Dog decided she needed to go potty around 4 am, just after I had fallen back to sleep.  Of course, I had to go outside and make sure the fence was still intact from its recent damage, so that did it for me.  I was officially full of hate and discontent because of my sleep deprivation.  For those that know me, they know I’m one cranky monster when I don’t get enough sleep. 

I knew when the alarm went off this morning that I would truly hate waking up, and I did.  I’ve loaded myself up with a gigantic Starbucks drink to hopefully keep me awake through the morning hours here.