Kids are pretty amazing.
They can here the rustle of a lolly paper from 50 metres away, they here their name being spoken about in whisper tones from another room, and they recognise the opening credits of their favourite TV show in the milli-second it takes to quickly change the channel if you don’t want them to watch it.
They hear a lot, they take in a lot … however they all slept through the torrential rain and 115kmph winds that buffeted our house last night. They have woken happy, loud, and ready for the day ahead.
I have awoken grumpy, tired, and frustrated that from the hours of 1am-4am, there was no possibility of sleep as the inconsistent wind whipped about, and throw raindrops like stones at the windows and exterior of the house. How my over-active brain was convinced that the chook-house was about to be blown off it’s base and join us in our bedroom. The strange flapping and whirring at about 2am had my husband and I taking our life in our hands at 2am to investigate what it was – a large tarpaulin blown around the house and now flapping trapped against the fence, as the wind desperately tried to free it. The sudden silence as it suddenly stopped flapping, and the wondering about where we would find it in the morning.
The irony that the kids slept peacefully through all the noise and chaos of the night, but they hear everything else that goes on in the daytime.
Today might prove to be a long day … the upside – we have woken to a beautifully calm day and the kids can exercise their energy outside.