Eye of the Storm

I'm tired. I was in a dead sleep last night until my mom came busting into my room telling me the sirens were going off from the storm. Sleep is very precious to a pregnant woman...don't mess with it. It was barely even raining at this point. I'm telling her to calm down, and I turned to the news channel and they told Allen to seek shelter.

So then I had to drag my child out of bed, with my crazed mother running around to get downstairs into the closet...which I had cleaned out since the last tornado threat, where I was scrambling like a mad woman to get the junk out of the closet...this time it was nice and tidy. Meanwhile, just as I got my mother to calm down, my dad calls her and gets her all nervous again. I'm sitting in the closet thinking that the whole thing was ridiculous. If there was a tornado coming would be sitting in a house full of power and electricity? Clearly the storms weren't that bad, because neither dog (who both hate storms) moved. They actually looked annoyed at all the commotion we were making. But then in the back of my mind I wondered if we were possibly in the eye of the storm and the second we got up we would all be wisked away.

So we are in there for less then 5 minutes and I tell my mom I thought we looked liked idiots. The sirens weren't even going off anymore. So she said that she would go check the news to see if we were in the clear. You should of seen her...the way she darted out of the closet, you would of thought she was going into combat. And of course, we were fine.

I went back up to my room and now had Isabella in my bed since she was too scared to go back to her room and turned on the news. Stupid Pete Delkus of Channel 8 news said there was a wall cloud at Bethany and 75...basically my hood. I decided to take my chances and fall back asleep.