I woke from a dead sleep at 3:32 AM last night to an earthquake shaking the very existence of my soul. Looking for the closest door jamb, I remembered that I live as opposite from California as possible.
Upon further investigation, I discovered an entire work unit, complete with flood lights, digging up the road RIGHT IN FRONT OF BABY BOY'S BEDROOM.
If you have never had the pleasure of hearing a jack hammer smashing concrete at 3 am, it sounds exactly like a jack hammer smashing concrete at 3 am.
Neither Darling Husband nor Baby Boy even flinched during this pre-dawn symphony from hell. Just another reason I am so glad to have a boy: It was probably exactly what he was dreaming about already.