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If thunderstorms are not your thing, the Midwest is not the place for you.

You can feel thunderstorms here in your bones.

The lightning will wake you from a dead sleep and the thunder that follows causes you to flail so quickly your bunk mate usually scores a knee to the gonads or a slap to the face.

Once your heart rate is down to a non lethal level your mind wanders to that little kid sleeping all alone on the other side of the house. You wait for it.

*door creaking open* “moooooooom?

As a kid I walked the curved staircase up to my moms room and curled up on the bare carpet next to her bed, even though she had a king I never dared get in with her. I also scared the snot out of her every morning when her feet hit me instead of carpet. (Sorry mom.)

When the moosh comes in I set up thunder camp on our couch (yes, THAT couch) and give her my softest blankets and pillow to cocoon herself up in. (Why don’t I let her in my bed? A. my bed is at least 4 feet off the ground. B. the moosh is huge, sleeps diagonal and is very kicky in her sleep. C. We’re not insured. See where I’m going with this?)

What do you do? Or what did you do when you were a kid? And if you tell me you were one of those kids that never ever got scared and needed your grownup I’m going to roll my eyes at you. Tell me your brilliant (or utter failure) solutions in a comment and you’ll be entered to win the last amazing bedtime kit from GoodNites, worth over $175 which includes…

  • 2GB Silver iPod Shuffle
  • Logitech Speakers
  • $25 iTunes Gift Card
  • Brookstone Cuddle Blanket (I own THREE of these.)
  • Patagonia Bag

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Thunderstorms are like tofu, or mold. Sure they’re natural and can have their place in the world, but they still strike a bit of fear in me and give me pause. I will pick one random winner from eligible entries Friday, April 9th at midnight EST. You have until April 15th to enter the Bedtime Theater Grand Prize.


I have partnered with GoodNites for the second year in a row to help make bedtime easier on everyone. I am being compensated for my participation in the Bedtime Theater program and not for promoting a product.


  1. I was totally that kid. We get some SCARY storms in Kansas. I was allowed to sleep on my parents’ bedroom floor in my sleeping bag. Perfect solution for us.

  2. I used to hide my head under the covers. Now I lay in bed…open the blinds and watch! I love storms (as long as they aren’t so severe damage is done!)

  3. I would stay under the covers. No where else would do!

  4. i grew up in so ca, so we never really had thunderstorms. not like the kind we have here in the deep south – where i live now. but when i was little and i did wake up scared in the middle of the night, i’d take my pillow with me and go to my parents room. my mom would immediately get up – grab her own pillow, and go get in my bed – and i’d climb in bed with my dad. it happened that way every time…we just switched beds.

  5. Mom would take me outside to the covered front porch. We’d sit on the swing and snuggle up in a big blanket to watch the lightening, listen to the rain and thunder and dream of tomorrow’s rainbows.

  6. I always ran to mom and dad’s room and curled up on the floor as well. Only I knew to grab my pillow and blanket. đŸ™‚ As a mom now, I don’t let my kids get into our bed but I’m such a sap, I just leave a blanket (or two…) on the floor next to my bed and they use the “decorative” pillows that I put on the floor when I go to bed. It works be-a-Utifully since now I can sleep through the night and don’t even hear them come in and say “mommy I’m cold!” đŸ™‚

  7. I am the mama bear and the storms fear me now. I have a weather radio that I put on my bed-table and it wakes me when there is a warning. Sometimes I turn it off and pray that if the storm hits, it takes us all on home to Jesus, ’cause I’m just too tired to wake up and worry.

  8. I remember both of my younger sisters piling into my bed (twin bed!) with me when they were scared of storms and things. If it was really bad we’d sneak downstairs to our parents room. And if Mom was feeling really generous, she’d let us sleep on the couch in the living room. đŸ˜€

  9. if i’m already asleep, i usually sleep right through them and sleep like a rock! seriously, i get the BEST sleep during storms. if i’m already awake, i have to watch out a window.

    as a kid i was always fascinated with storms. it was my mom who was the big scaredy cat.

    whenever i had a bad dream or something else had me scared i would find a small space and curl up there (the space between the couch and the wall, a cupboard, etc)

  10. Love, love, love thunderstorms. My brother was/is a weather freak. So whenever the big storms rolled in we’d be outside in the backyard watching the show. I don’t have any memories of ever going into my parents’ room as a kid. My dad’s a big hairy guy who sleeps in his underwear. No storm is scarier than that.

  11. My twin sister and I would always go to my grandma’s side of the bed and tap her on the arm. She would jump like a mile in the air and tell us it would be okay. Now my kids do that to me. I wake up with a panic as a little kid is staring me down. Usually a pallet on the floor in our room does the trick.

  12. I had a little brother that was more scared than me about the storms. As his big sister I felt it was my “responsibility” to comfort him. So I’d pretend to be all brave and would set up camp for us in my big daybed (which was bigger than his regular twin bed). My mom would allow us a cookie apiece and we’d make a “tent” over my bed with my sleeping bag and whatever we could use to tie the ends up to make the roof. We would sit under this tent, each holding a stuffed animal, and we’d make up stories or songs while the storm was going on. So it was kind of like pretending to be camping. Usually I’d try to make the stories or songs as funny as possible so we’d be distracted by having more to laugh about than to be scared about the storm. Sometimes my mom would join in. She was always a great storyteller.