Thunderstorms are scary!

Tonight we have had some pretty bad weather. Starting late this afternoon the weather people have been reporting that we were going to be getting some pretty nasty weather storms sometime this evening. Little Eric had gone to bed in my bed (long story but it has to do with him peeing in his bed last night and his mother the lazy one not washing his sheets until like 6:30pm so they were not ready to be put back on the bed when it was bedtime. why i just didn't put the other set that i have on i don't know). Anyways - I told him he could go to bed in my bed and i would just move him to his bed when i had made it. About 9:30 or 10 tonight the storms started and there was loud thunder that woke Eric up. I went in there to comfort him and he said that he wanted to go to his bed (which i thought to be a little odd - don't most kids go to their parent's bed when they are scared. He is an odd fellow; must take after his father). But he told me that he was scared in my bed but wouldn't be scared in his bed. Whatever. So i put his sheets on his bed and took him there.
I couldn't sleep so I just stayed up watching TV and listening to the rain. Well about midnight the siren started going off. (Phenix City has a siren that goes off when either a tornado is spotted or one could form - I really don't know). The scaredy cat that i am called my mom to ask her her opinion on what i should do. I had my computer off already and i don't get local channels and the radio wasn't reporting anything so my mom and dad checked to see of they could figure out. She told me to get some stuff ready and just wait. Well i'm getting more nervous by the minute. My mom calls me a few minutes to tell me what they found on the internet and to see how things were. As i'm talking to her the sirens go off again. She suggest that i wake up little eric (that was my big concern in the first place - didn't want to wake him up and worry him.) So i made a nice little bed in the kitchen (really the only room that doesn't have an exterior wall) and we laid down. By now i'm shaking and just want my husband! Can you tell i don't like bad weather when I'm by myself? :) We laid on the floor for alittle bit until i knew that the bad stuff had passed by. I tell Eric that it is time to go back to bed, that the bad storm has passed us. He then tells me that it might come back and he needed to sleep on the kitchen floor. I told him that it had passed and we could go get in bed; his or mine. He told me again that he couldn't go to my bed because he was scared in my bed. He could only go in the kitchen or his room because he wasn't scared there.
I just thought that was cute. Sorry it was such a long post. I just felt the whole story needed to be told. :) Guess i should go and try to go to sleep because it is 2:30am and the storm has ended. I hate thunderstorms at night when I'm alone!