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An abnormal and persistent fear of thunderstorms. Sufferers experience anxiety even when they realize the risk of harm is very small. Consequently, when indoors they might seek shelter under a bed, in a closet or in a basement. They generally keep a watchful eye on the sky and remain alert for reports of electrical storms.

Ashton has always, since he was teeny tiny, had issues with loud noises and certain other things like haircuts… oh lord, how I love haircut time with him, you would think I was stabbing him with machetes, over and over.  He was a preemie and finally, about two years ago, we came to understand that he has some mild sensory processing issues, probably as a result of being a preemie.  No biggie, it was mild and something that he could totally out-grow.  The only thing that seemed to bother him was loud noises and really chaotic situations (oh and haircuts).  Vacuums, jets flying overhead, etc have never sat well with Ashton.  Thunderstorms have never seemed to really bother him in the past, until about three weeks ago.  We were leaving my mom’s house and needed to stop by Subway on the way home to grab some grub and the sky was really black, so I was trying to haul butt to beat the storm.  While we were inside Subway - the sky DUMPED.  There was thunder and lightning and the lights inside Subway started flickering and then Ashton had a complete and total meltdown right then and there.  He was hyperventilating to the point of vomiting, crying uncontrollably and breaking out into hives.  I was trying to wait out the real heavy rain, but it became apparent (as the Subway staff were asking if they needed to call someone for me… like a damn paramedic) that we had to just make a run for it and get him home.  When we got home to no power - he just LOST IT.  I kept trying to explain to him that thunderstorms pass quickly and I lit candles and hugged him and told him to breathe deep - take deep breaths.  Once the storm passed, Dena and Ethan walked down with a flashlight and Ethan was able to take Ashton’s mind off the lights being off… which was a godsend.

For the next couple weeks, any time the sky has looked like rain, Ashton has gone into immediate panic mode, asking a million questions and is unable to calm down.  “Mom, is it going to rain?  Is there going to be a thunderstorm?  Mom, do those clouds over there look like maybe there will be a storm tonight?  Mom, do you think lightning is going to hit our house and we will lose power?”

Last night, the sky turned gray and as I was taking down my hanging baskets and placing them where the rain would hit them, I KNEW what I was in store for.  Then the first big crack of thunder hit, and sure enough, I immediately heard his footsteps running upstairs and then down the stairs.  His eyes were already soaked with tears and the hives had started breaking out on his forehead and arms.  “Mom, why does this keep happening?  I know God needs to water the plants, but why is there lightning with it?”  I spent the next 45 minutes talking him down… “Ashton, it’s okay, you need to take a deep breath and calm down… we are safe inside our house and everything is okay.  Take a deep breath honey, the power has not even gone out, everything is fine.”  He hyperventilated again to the point of puking, but was not as bad as the night at Subway.  The storm passed and he thought we were in the clear, until a second wave came through.  He spent the entire night pacing the floor, not able to relax and checking the windows constantly to see the conditions outside.  He did not want to play DS, he did not want to watch some TV, he did not want to leave my side and followed me around the house, checking windows the entire time… until finally, at 9:30 it stopped and he could go to sleep.

I do not know where this new fear of thunderstorms came from and I am hoping with everything that I have that it fades quickly, because I cannot tell you how hard it is as a parent, not to mention exhausting, to have to try and get your child through something like that.  It would be one thing if it was just your child saying they are scared, but when your child shows actual physical signs, such as hives, puking and hyperventilating, that they are scared to their core - it is very hard to deal with.  I am praying we make it through the rest of the school year without a thunderstorm hitting during school hours… and even more, I am praying that he works through this fear and things return to normal.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Mother’s Day!  Mine has been wonderful.  My kids spoiled me rotten and have been on their best behavior… with a side of lots of hugs and kisses!

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I am a huge fan of Fridays in general - but THIS particular Friday, I could not be happier to see arrive!  I am exhausted this week.  Work has been hectic and seems to ALWAYS be in emergency panic mode - because SOMEONE ELSE cannot get their shit together, and now it’s MY responsibility to save the day… always.  Kaiden has had a very busy dance/soccer week with her upcoming Dance Recital and with the upcoming Soccer Tournament - add in a soccer party and I am done!  We have not gotten home before 8pm one night this week - not once.  And once we do finally get home, it is the mad dash to get homework done, dinner eaten (yes, we have not been eating until freaking 8pm), bath time done, lunches made, etc.  Not to mention household chores that need to get done - laundry, trash out, etc.  I am tired.  I am mentally and physically exhausted.  Kaiden is happy though, so I am happy… no really I am.  :exhausted:

Wednesday morning I hit the wall.  It hit me like a ton of bricks that I was just completely run down.  I was SO tired that it took everything in me to get out of bed and get going with the day, knowing all that had to be done, and not instead, just stay in the bed, curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb and cry.  So you can imagine, once Wednesday came to an end, how exciting going to sleep was for me.  I was having trouble winding down and going to sleep, but was just happy to be laying there trying… well I was happy until I felt something big hit me in the chest.

A F*CKING PALMETTO BUG!!!!  Our condos are surrounded by water, every spring, one or two of these disgusting, vile creatures makes it’s way into my house.  Wednesday night was that appearance!  It must have crawled up the wall behind my bed and attempted to walk across the ceiling (which is a popcorn ceiling) and lost it’s footing, falling ON TO MY CHEST - which is only a couple of inches away FROM MY MOUTH!!!  I felt it hit and instantly freaked the hell out, going into that convulsion state where you start shaking and using your hands to sweep every part of your body to JUST GET IT THE HELL OFF!

It went flying across the room and hit the ground running - the dog went lunging after it and I was right after the dog with my flip flop in hand.  That bug had to be destroyed, because if it got away and was able to hide - I would not be able to use my bedroom for WEEKS.  I really wish that was an exaggeration!  I smashed the ever-loving crap out of that bug, then had to scoop it up using a dixie cup from the bathroom and a piece of paper and flush it.  I then had to begin the mandatory post-bug-siting sweep of my room, tearing my bed to shreds to make sure there were no bugs in it, moving my entire bed (headboard/footboard) out from the wall so that I could check behind it and make sure there were no more bugs.  Checking all wall space, etc.  By the time it was all said and done, it was 3am before I went to sleep.  On a night that I REALLY needed to sleep - I got next to none.

I am tired.  I am so glad it is Friday.  I really hate bugs.