Everything seemed fine and well until Jason came home from work. This was the conversation that was exchanged between us:
He says "I think I'm gonna mow the yards real fast."
"Ok, while you're doing that, Elise and I are gonna run up to Target to get a couple things." (Target is not just a "run" away. It's at least 20 minutes from my house)
Elise and I are almost there when OF COURSE it starts raining, so we are now going to have to choose which one of those scenarios to implicate that I described to you the other day. I spent almost 5 minutes backing out and re pulling in to the closest parking spot to the front door. Put it in park, turn around to the back seat and look around. No diaper bag, which means no wallet.
"Well, Elise that was a fun trip! Time to go home now." Target trip, FAIL!
At least we avoided any obstacles in the parking lot. On my way back into town, there was a wreck and the interstate was blocked off. Considering that I didn't see any fire trucks there, I assumed Jason was mowing the yard since I couldn't reach him on his cell. I pull into the driveway... no Jason. So I called up to the fire station since it was now starting to rain at our house, both the dogs were in the back yard with muddy feet, and I couldn't manage them and the baby. He tells me he's on his way home and this:
He said "wow, that was a quick trip to Target."
"Yeah, to actually buy something, I would actually have to have my wallet!"
While I'm trying to pick up the kitchen he's cleaning the dogs' feet in the rain - via the "Paw Dunking Method" as seen below.
As he's doing this, he tells me he needs to get my truck in the garage because it could hail, so I told him I'd go ahead and do it. He said all the trash needed to be taken out first. I am then running across the street, hands full of trash bags and boxes in the rain to the dumpster. Followed by the dog, in the muddy alley. Perfect! The truck gets pulled in and just when I think we can finally get some dinner and watch American Idol, the emergency alert message comes on the TV. We're under a tornado warning. The news pops up with the radar saying a tornado has already been spotted on the ground with a big blue arrow pointed right for us.
Weather man, Jason informs me that we need to load up Elise and get to the fire station before it gets here. Now, let me pause here and say that in the past, when instances like this have occurred, he leaves to go "storm spotting" and gives me the "I'll give you a call if there's anything coming." I guess he felt inclined to get the whole family up there now that we have Elise.
I then spent the next two hours sitting at the fire station listening to the rain, hail, TV, pagers, radios, and the radio traffic of at least 2 departments with a baby, who then became hungry. I left to come home before Jason while Elise screamed the whole way. When I walked in the front door I had to strip my pants off because they were soaked and plop down on the couch and feed my unhappy child. I finally got to eat some leftovers at 10:15pm, went to sleep at 11:30pm, fed Elise again at 3:45am, and was up by 7:50am.
I thought I was pretty deserving of a nap today, but that was a FAIL, too! By the time I fell asleep, Elise woke up. When she fell back asleep, the dog was up on the bed bothering us, then the phone was ringing, then Elise was hungry... so no nap for Momma. If I get any sleep tonight it will be a miracle... considering we are already under a tornado watch and my husband is already at the fire station.
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