This last weekend Adam went out of town, I was scheduled to go along with him but there was something telling me to stay home. I had a lot of little reasons I used to justify my stay home but inside of me there was something telling me to stay home... Any of you who are mothers know to listen to this sixth sense.
Saturday night I wrapped up curtain making with my mom and then bid farewell to some friends that had come to visit and see the house. I put the kids to bed and started to clean up the house. I received a phone call from my mom about 10 minutes into my cleaning "Are you ok" she said... "there are really bad storms coming your way." I proceeded to turn on the TV and realized that this storm was headed right for my house. I had about 1/2 hour to prepare. I quick cleared out a place in the garage for the car, took the dogs out to potty, collected blankets and a flashlight. I moved the dog kennel and a futon behind the stairwell, kenneled the dogs and went upstairs to wake up the kids. The storm really started to roll in at that time and I started to get pretty rattled. I woke up Evan first, he was hard to wake up since he was in such a deep sleep. I then went in to wake up Chloe which was a chore as she was also in a deep sleep and I had Evan in my arms. I managed to carry both of them to the basement!
My mom had dispatched my dad to my house to help me through the storm so he came shortly after we got into the basement. THANK YOU DAD!!!!
Soon after my dad got to the house the power went out. Our flashlights went on! We sat in the stairwell for a little over an hour as the storm passed. It was loud, the wind was unreal, the sounds from this storm were strange...my dad and I looked at one point and said "What is that"...
At about 11pm we came up from the basement. We can't see much since it is so dark and the power is out. My dad left at about midnight, me and the kids slept in my bed...I could not bare to leave them in their rooms with no power and questioning if something else was headed our way.
In the morning, there still was no power. We got up and had breakfast and then went and drove around to see if there was damage. At our house, the patio door (1 of 2 panes) was broken, some siding was pulled out, our Adirondack chair was broken and landed behind our house, the garbage cans were taken and emptied all over our land and thrown in the back of the house, the old plow in the front yard was moved, trees were down everywhere, the farmer next to us had his hay basket thrown into the ditch and the farm across from us in uninhabitable. WOW! We were lucky! I think it was because Chloe and I were praying that we would be safe and singing "Jesus Love Me" over and over...
We were out of power for 17 hours in total. Adam came home early and with his parents and my parents help, we got the yard cleaned up and everything back in order that Sunday!
Lesson learned:
Listen to my gut!
I can handle a lot more than I give myself credit for!
Cheers,
Beth
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