The thing about dreams is they can make you look at something differently, see someone in a different light, or just give you a general feeling of unease. A little bit ago, for the span of about a month and a half, I had no less than six tornado dreams. Sometimes it was just a small player, sometimes it was the main show. But it happened enough that it kind of started to freak me out.
So with this in mind, you can imagine my feelings last night when the weather people were reporting DOOM AND GLOOM! I didn’t like it one bit. I didn’t want any part of it. The thought of losing everything we own to a big wind funnel, well, makes me sick to my stomach. Add to this two sleeping children and an unfinished (and kind of icky) basement, and I’d worked myself up.
Chris and I spent about 45 minutes getting everything ready – which included making a palate on the concrete floor, searching all through the house for our one flashlight, then settling on Sebastian’s tractor one that made engine noises when you turned it on. Chris boarded up a basement window that was cracked, just in case, and filled up some water bottles for us. I gathered diapers and changes of clothes for the kids and spent a little too long wishing I’d taken a shower just in case the house is destroyed and we have to spend days living outside because we have nowhere else to go (we do have somewhere else to go, but the brain isn’t always rational, you know?).
“I really don’t want to do this” I kept saying. Over and over. But in my defense, I really didn’t want to do it.
I stayed up as late as I could, watching weather reports, looking online at radar maps, then around midnight I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and went to bed.
The sirens went off at 12:30 so I jump up, ready for action, but even then we were debating whether or not to get the kids out of bed.
“Better to be safe than sorry,” we said.
I snuck into Sebastian’s room to pick up the feather blankets that were in his closet (because of course they were), then finished making our floor-bed downstairs.
Chris picked up Sebastian and carried him downstairs and I got Adele, praying for her to stay asleep. We all lay down, Sebastian and Chris falling asleep super-fast (how do you sleep through the END OF THE WORLD TORNADO?) I just lay there on my back with Adele on my chest, waiting for the storm to hit.
There was a little bit of wind and rain, but I wouldn’t even have classified it as a bad storm. At 1 I start trying to wake up Chris, nudging him gently since Sebastian is in between us and I’m also trying to keep Adele from rolling off me. That didn’t work so I started repeatedly shoving him with my hand and finally he pops his head up, still mostly asleep. Once I get him aware that we need to get up and put the kids back in bed so we can all get some sleep, we do just that. And since, really what would a fake tornado freak-out night be without one more issue, Adele wakes up at 4:30 in the morning.
To sum up – HYPE-HYPE-HYPE-THE TORNADOES ARE COMING!!!!! And then not so much.