In case I haven’t stressed it enough, sleep is very precious to me. A full night of uninterrupted sleep is worth more to me than my weight in gold. For real.
I’ve always been a sleeper. Before having my son, it was a necessity for me to get 9-10 hours of sleep each night, and waking up before 7:30 am was laughable. In the last two plus years – through pregnancy and the arrival of my son – a good night’s sleep has been a shifty stranger, constantly taunting me with its unattainable possibility. I consider it a good night if I am up just once during the night.
So let me express my disdain for any loud noises that transform my sleep from tolerable to torturous. Case in point: thunder and fireworks. One of these is completely out of the hands of us simple humans; just a part of nature. I can accept that. I may not be happy with it, but it’s uncontrollable.
The other is nuisance brought on by a bunch of disrespectful pyromaniacs. In my neck of the woods, it is legal for people to shoot off fireworks over a week before the 4th of July, not than anyone follows that. People started pissing me off in the middle of June with this shit.
Personally, I think fireworks are an incredible waste of money. It would be more entertaining for me to watch you literally light your money on fire. People spend a ridiculous amount of money on a few seconds of sparks. But, this is America and people have a right to blow their money as they please. I can live with that. What I can’t live with is people who decide to light off incredibly loud explosives on a Monday-Thursday night when people who have to work the next day are trying to sleep. Assholes. Seriously.
With a dog and a child who are woken from sleep terrified of the bombs going off outside their windows, it is myself who is left to console an old, four-legged fur baby and a terrified toddler who insists on laying in our bed.
I know there are people out there who would say, “Who cares, that’s what you get for having a kid. Deal with it.” And to those people, I would give them the finger. I don’t think I should have to deal with people being disrespectful assholes just because I have a kid. Get a grip.
The past two weeks have been terrible in terms of storms and fireworks. One night, I was so livid about people setting off fireworks after it took forever to get my son down that I was one boom away from storming down the street to give them a piece of my mind. To put it in perspective, I am a very laid back person who dislikes confrontation, and I was ready to throw down.
I can’t wait for the 4th to be over and people to get their pyro tendencies out of their system. Stocking up on a family pack of ear plugs while we weather out the fire storm.