it passed us by.
but before it did, we spent more than enough time in the bathroom trying to not kill each other. and the storm presented itself just prior to everyone’s naptime. oh.my.goodness. good thing my honey wasn’t there to record us this time. i finally gave up in the middle of the second round of storms and came out of the bathroom. come hail or high water. quite literally. i was through. i said a prayer, asked God to take care of us, and emerged into the rest of the house. i could take no more children or dog crying, whining, flipping around, and fussing. i resolved to watch the weather closely and grab kids if i needed. and then promptly put the boys on the gamecube, put my daughter in her bed, turned loose my toddler (who’d been sleeping in the ergo) and sat down at the computer to decompress.
one of the things i was not prepared for was not having daddy to help us. hello. normally these storms have come through in the evenings and he watches the storm and listens to the location and lets us know when to come out and what’s going on. i just sit in the bathroom attempting to entertain the masses and calm their fears. but, as i mentioned yesterday i had to be the johnny on the spot, and that meant i had to monitor the storm and be the entertainer. i discovered i’m not good at reading The Stinky Cheese Man, listening to see if the storm is really touching down 2 miles away, corralling a dog, handing out snacks, soothing an over-tired toddler attached to my chest, looking at everything my second child is showing me, dealing with my too-concerned oldest and keeping my cool. not good at it, is an understatement. there might’ve been some yelling.
so, all the preparing and best laid plans of well-meaning mamas are still subject to real life. welcome to reality.