Storm

Well, it’s 6:45am and I haven’t been to bed yet. Between my insomnia and this silly storm I haven’t been able to go to bed yet.

About 5:30 this morning the rain was pelting the windows it was coming down so hard. We had wind gusts of 60mph. Thankfully we only lost a few tree limbs. Lots of others in the area faired out lots worse.

The storm was so fierce it woke up Sophie and Sarah. I sat on the couch with Sarah on my lap and Sophie next to me. Guess was sitting at my feet because she was scared. For some reason she didn’t want up on the couch.

As we were all sitting there watching the lights flicker on and off like a child playing with a light switch I smelled this horrible God awful smell.  Checked Sarah, it wasn’t her. Was Sophie so scared she poo’d her pants?
She didn’t seem to be that scared but what else could it be? I asked Sophie if she had gone to the bathroom in her pants. She looked at me like she was really offended  and replied with a haughty 'noooooooo. That’s when I realized where the smell was coming from. It wasn’t Sarah’s butt, it wasn’t me or Guess’s butt, wasn’t even Sophie’s butt.  It was Sophie’s breath!  O.M.G!!!! It smelled like someone had taken a poo in her mouth. It was so bad I was gagging. I had to have her go and brush her teeth and tongue in the middle of this storm.  I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have such foul smelling breath. Let alone a young girl at the tender age of  9. Lands alive it was something awful.

Now the girls are fast asleep. Sophie with her now minty fresh  breath.  The worst part of the storm is over. Just a wee bit of lightening and some light thunder are all that remain. 

As the sun peeks it’s sleepy head out from behind the clouds I bid ya’ll a good night.