It’s 4:30AM and the wind is seriously howling outside. I mean, like, the worst Santa Ana winds we’ve had since we’ve lived down here, which has been like, forever. I wish I had the energy to record the sounds for you, so scary!
And howling winds outside, of course, means non-sleeping toddler, which means, non-sleeping Daddy. So, in order to spare Mrs. Yeti the agony of our tossing and turning in bed at every fallen tree branch outside — at least I hope that’s what I’m hearing, who knows? — Greta and I have moved to the living room for the duration of the storm.
Yep, nothing like a little Raisin Bran and “Parenthood” to get your mind off the insanity outside. Has anybody but us been watching that show this season? It is FANTASTIC. Really great shit and if you have kids, it’s even better…actually, it’s almost too realistic sometimes, but, I love it. And Greta likes all the kids on the show, so, it has become our late-night “story” of choice.
Anyway, back to the bunker of blankets on the couch. Here’s hoping one (or both!) of us will fall asleep before the power goes out and we really start wigging. Yikes…