why i hate fireworks

My original title was "why i hate the 4th of July," but it's not the actual day I hate. Nor is it the celebration of America, our freedom, and whatever else people celebrate this time of year. No, the fact is, I hate fireworks. If that makes me un-American, so be it. Yeah, fireworks are pretty (if you are 12 or are a girl). Yeah, they make loud noises. So? When's the last time they created a new firework? I mean, it's the same thing every year, right?

I didn't really start hating fireworks until I owned a house. A house close to other houses, that is. In my scientific study, at two-thirds of the people in this country are idiots. By my luck, Cincinnati seems to have eclipsed that number. Don't believe me? Watch the news. Anyway, alcohol + idiot + fireworks could mean the burning down of my house. (OCD strikes again!) Now I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, and when I'm tired, there's not much to keep me from sleeping. Fireworks included. So when I was still living with my parents, I wasn't really affected much by fireworks. I could still go to bed even if my brothers were still setting them off in the backyard. The wife, however, not such a good sleeper (especially before the baby). Pretty much any noise could wake her up or keep her from sleeping. So, once I got the wife and the house, I started hating fireworks.

Then came baby.

Oh how I hate fireworks. Apparently loud booms right outside baby's window is less than comforting when she's trying to sleep. And when she's tired, and not asleep, baby tends to cry. And when she's asleep, and suddenly woken up, baby tends to scream her head off. Needless to say, this has not been a fun week. It could have been worse, as baby has only gotten up a few times, but still.

So when I'm all grown up, and my kids aren't at home anymore, and I can't see a house for miles around, maybe July 4 will be a bit more enjoyable. I'll just lie back, put my teeth in their jar, and enjoy the show.

Ramble On...