Well today was a mix between being scared off my rocker and feeling that awesome feeling of seeing phenomenal weather firsthand. Tornadoes are very scary, and no joke really, as well as the flooding that happened earlier this month, but at the same time you can't help but feel impressed with mother nature (if not terrified...) and her ability to make such insane things happen.
There had been thunder all day long, and it was loud, I could tell it definitely meant business. Out of nowhere, maybe around 3:30 or 4 it started raining and the thunder continually got closer and closer. I turned the TV to the local channels, but nothing was coming up so I figured we were ok...until I was sitting at the computer right next to the window and I could hear a siren way off in the distance. It was so quiet I thought I might have imagined it, so I put on my shoes and stepped outside. 2 seconds later I had confirmed to myself that the siren was in fact sounding and I ran back inside the house like a crazy person and snatched up my camera! I had to hold my sweatshirt over my camera so it wouldn't get ruined, but there was so much rain I really couldn't prevent it getting wet. I could hardly see! The clouds in the sky were moving so fast, I could almost imagine them starting to swirl together...but they weren't. At least not that I could see from where I was standing. It was enough to scare me though, I came inside and got on facebook (because that's what you do when you think your life is about to end right? make sure you read all your comments...) I asked if anyone else was hearing the sirens as well, but before I could get an answer the power went out and I knew it was time to hide in the closet. I told Cael we were going camping and grabbed the most important things I could think of at the time (a beanbag chair, his blanket, his new buzz and woody stuffed animals, his daddy doll, the turtle nightlight, my cell phone, camera and a bottle for Averi) In hindsight...there could have been more important things like water and food just in case we got trapped, but I just wanted to make sure Cael and Jo were comfortable in there. After I thought I had everything ready I remembered a dream I had the last time we had a tornado warning, and in it, I was trying really hard to hold on to both kids as our roof was being ripped apart...so to make sure that didn't happen in real life I had to put my sweatshirt and shoes back on and ran out to the car to grab Cael's monkey back pack! It has a long tail that is supposed to help him from running off in the grocery store (I found we cause a little more havoc with it than without) but in this scenario it made me feel better having him wear it. He was perfectly fine with it too, had he been a little older and wanted to know why, I hate to admit that I probably would have had a lot of fun explaining to him that he would be like my little human kite...not that it would be anything but terrifying if it happened, but the thought makes me chuckle a little.
We were in the closet for about 30 seconds when I realized I should have turned the air conditioner on. When Jo is scared she breathes like a maniac so not only was I burning up in there...but we were also having to smell her dog breath and there was no escaping it. I am claustrophobic on top of that, so that just seemed to make it more hot. I think now I am going to clean out the closet in our bedroom to use instead, it's a little bigger!
After a few minutes the thunder stopped and we ventured back out into the house, you would not believe the sunshine coming through the windows! It was so bright in here I had to actually go around and shut some of the curtains so we could all stop squinting. And not more than 5 minutes after the storm, there were kids skate boarding down the street! The whole thing was unreal to me, and a very large part of me wants to never go through it (or anything worse) again, for the sake of my babies. The other small part of me thought it was kind of awesome and would like to try and get better pictures next time!
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