Neal has a white noise app on his iPhone. He's had it on "rain" for the past few months, which I can live with and have become used to. However, last night, he was playing around with it, thinking of trying out some new sounds.
Perhaps I have anxiety, because almost all of the new sounds gave me a feeling of impending doom.
Take the howling wind, for instance. It made me feel like the windows were going to blow in and the fence would blow down. Thunder storm made me worry about the cherry tree outside my bedroom window being struck by lightening. Campfire? Oh crap! The house is burning down! Rainbird sprinkler. Ah man! I forgot to turn off the sprinkler, and the water bill is going to be huge. A dripping faucet. Now THAT is torture. And the worst one of all: a ticking clock. I can hear a ticking clock at night if it's anywhere on the same floor I'm sleeping. I've been known to remove clocks from walls at night, and put them in dresser drawers under tons of clothes so that I can't hear them ticking. Then, I forgot about that clock, and Sarah was in my drawer one day and said, "Um, Mom? Why is there a wall clock in your drawer?"
Neal chose the running shower sound. I guess I can live with that.
Abigail was moved in to a new primary class on Sunday. She came running down the hall at the end of church, sticking her ringed finger in the air, and saying, "I got a PTR ring! I got a PTR ring!" Cute kid. Time for a little impromptu lesson on letters. "It's CTR, Abby. It stands for 'Choose the Right.'" She still says PTR.