Avoiding immenant disaster, quite literally

Since I've moved, there has been a continual down pour of rain which makes me think that God is lamenting my separation from my husband as much as I am. Everyday I wake up and hope that the rain and clouds have disappeared but to no avail and what's more, the rain has only seemed to have gotten worse. Carrollton isn't known for flooding and in the 20 years that my parents have lived here, we've experienced blizzards and an onslaught of tornadoes but never a flood...until last night. As soon as I decided I was tired enough to go to bed, the thunderstorms started. The rain was pelting down on the roof and attacking the windows while the thunder and lightning made the house shake. I've always been jittery during big storms so sleep did not happen last night which was terribly unfortunate because it was the first time in five months that Isaac had slept soundly through the night. I was really surprised that either child slept with the ruckus that was going on outside but both of them slept as though they had been given drugs before I laid them down for the evening. I feel a bit robbed. I've been waiting for this moment since Isaac was born and I didn't get the chance to savor it due to bad nerves. Curses. After trying to force myself to sleep for 8 hours straight, I finally gave up and got out of bed at 4:00 a.m. The house was still trembling from the loud rumbles of thunder and I thought I could hear Isaac whimpering over the baby monitor. After fixing him a bottle and some cereal (he's eating solids now, another wonderful milestone), I crept into the nursery to get him out of his crib. Low and behold, my little one was sleeping like a drunk, bottom in the air, head slightly stuck under the crib guard and his mouth wide open with his tongue stuck out? I was shocked. Wasn't that him I heard over the monitor? Confused I went back to my room to lay down in hopes of possibly falling asleep from exhaustion. Instead, I heard the whimpering again. I checked on Isaac again and found him in the exact same position. I was starting to feel a little crazy. Perhaps I was hearing the wind. I went back into my room and picked up the baby monitor. Maybe the volume was too low or it was on the wrong channel. As I lifted it to my ear, there was a loud burst of thunder and a blinding flash of lightning. The monitor in my hand popped and I dropped it on the floor. My fingers were singed. I'd never been electricuted before and I was irritated at myself for not having enough sense to leave electronics alone during a severe thunderstorm. Exasperated with the fact that I couldn't sleep and very awake after my little adventure, I decided to give up on sleep and be constructive with my time. I made my bed (who was I kidding? It obviously wasn't going to get used) and changed into some work out clothes. As I walked down the stairs to our work out area, I heard the whimpering again. It was our dog, Bea. The storm was scaring her too. I opened up the garage door to let her in the house but she wouldn't move from her spot. I had to walk over to her in order to coax her inside. During my short transit across the garage, I found that not only was Bea scared into a frozen state, she had lost her bowels as well. Fun, fun. This was not the most ideal way to start the day. After a good work out and some quiet time, my attitude adjusted and I started my day. Nothing much has happened to me since this morning but the news about the flooding of Carroll county has been tragic. Several people have been rescued but there have been fatalities as well. Granted, we haven't had a lot of deaths but the deaths that have occurred were children under the age of three. I ache when I think of the mother who clutched at her toddler with all of her might only to have her little one snatched from her grip by a furious river. I'm praying for all the parents during this time.