I love storms, but I freaking HATE spring storms in Oklahoma. I’m not good with tornado warnings and anyone who has read this blog for a while, knows it. See attached post at bottom. <g>
So, I’m into my fourth obsessive hour watching the colorful, creeping blobs onscreen when the newscaster says everything is calming. Doesn’t sound like it. Ever heard high winds and hail on a skylight???
I was switching off the TV when they changed their minds. The storm intensified right before it hit us. That damned circulating arc thing at the bottom suddenly spins faster.
The sirens go off and the hubby and I call the kids downstairs. We all pile into a closet, get settled and the power goes out. I’m muttering about purchasing a storm shelter as we grope for the flashlight that’s SUPPOSED to be in there. Every year I want a storm shelter and every year, my husband thinks something else is more important. He really believes the staircase above the middle closet was built to withstand the end of time.
Uh uh. I’m getting my way this year.
It’s pitch black in the closet, the kids are crying for the cat while piled under pillows and blankets. The hubby runs out to get the cat and Saber thinks all the blanket stuff means party. We’re huddled in there like sardines and the cat is attacking. With claws. My daughter’s foot is jammed so far up my… well, I could taste the toenail polish if that tells you anything.
The hail and wind are so loud we can’t hear the siren anymore. My little one is just sobbing. My sixteen year-old suddenly wails, “But what about my prom dress?!?”
So, we proceeded to take our son’s mind off his fear by making fun of the sixteen year-old from then on. 🙂
If you want a laugh, revisit one of my favorite posts on spring storms here. It’s Called Who Names These Towns? 😉