I should amend yesterday’s top ten to “the things you don’t want to hear your meteorologist say”… Things like, oh I don’t know, FUNNEL CLOUD, 60MPH WINDS, TAKE COVER, BASEBALL-SIZED HAIL. Yeah, things like that freak me out.
I am a Panhandle girl and I’m certainly no stranger to all things windy. We spent many a night in our basement with flashlights, candles and blankets. But, ‘ol P-flugerville has a fancy limestone base that doesn’t allow for such luxuries. So, when the news came in that Central Texas, particularly southern Williamson County and Pflugerville, were experiencing weather that produces funnel clouds, Scott and I didn’t mess around. I felt like we were at a sports bar, we were watching as many weather channels as we could trying to figure out if this was serious business or just nasty weather. We finally made the decision to get all 4 kids up and huddle in the bathtub. They did pretty well…considering.
Will: curled up in the tub and tried to sleep
John Paul: annoyed he said, “Will, he taking up all the space in here, Mommy.”
Anna-Laura: oblivious to the chaos, she kept making Clare laugh
Clare: yes, laughing up a storm (bad pun, sorry) and kept trying to turn on the bath faucet
Me? Well, I was praying Hail Mary’s, refereeing the shoving match between the boys, smiling and trying to keep the squirmy 10-month-old from dousing us all with cold water. Scott, in the meantime, had drug John Paul’s mattress into the bathroom and was sprinting between the bathroom and the living room with the latest updates. Yes, it was a sight to see. After 30 minutes, we got everybody back in bed, thankfully.
I have to tell you, though. As all that craziness was going on, I just kept thinking, My whole family, everyone I love in this house, is in the bathtub. The bathtub! With a mattress and a flimsy Texas-themed shower curtain to keep us safe. Thank you God for technology and we pray for all those who are in the path of this storm.
Here’s hoping we don’t have to do that anytime soon!