Hurricane Florence is finally making her arrival on here on the East Coast. Because of this, I maybe be absent or unable to reply to comments or emails for some time. In the meantime, I thought I’d share a little glimpse of my real-life this week.
When we first heard this hurricane was coming, I was already over it.
Being an LE family, these situations suck, because whatever I’m going to do, I’ve gotta plan on doing by myself.
With Hurricane Matthew, we evacuated. Another LE wife and I crammed 7 children into a bedroom with a bunch of air mattresses on the floor. We ate cake and binge watched Fixer Upper while waiting for word from our husbands that they were safe and it was safe for us to come home.
It was a bonding experience for sure (we’ve since done lots of fun things together) and fun for a little while, but it wasn’t something I had any desire to repeat. The kids were scared. We were worried. The weather was still awful where we were. We were both miserable.
The next year when Irma hit, I decided to stay and discovered spending long periods of time in a laundry room with 5 kids and 2 dogs, also not my favorite thing in the world.
So as soon as they announced this hurricane was coming our way I told my husband I was taking the kids and we were going on a mini-vaca to my parents’ house in Illinois. Yes, it’s a long way away, but the kids LOVE it there. They’d rather go to Meemaw and Papaw’s house than to see Mickey Mouse- I kid you not.
At least this way we’d have a distraction and plenty of room, Eddie wouldn’t have to worry about us, the weather would be fine, and I would have all the help with the kids I could ever need. Yep. I wasn’t doing this hurricane thing again. See ya later, Charleston. I’m out!
But I forgot Rule #2 of Being a Police Wife: Your plans will get screwed up. (Rule #1 is Don’t Read the Comments…never, ever.)
I often wonder if God laughs when I make plans or just rolls His eyes at this point.
Just before we were supposed to leave the check engine light came on in our van and the transmission started acting funny. I was desperate to find some other way to get us out of here…and then I got sick. Can’t evacuate a bunch of kids and dogs by yourself if you’re getting sick every few miles now, can you? Sigh. So guess who’s riding out a hurricane again? This girl.
I dragged my rather irritated self down to the grocery store. If you’ve never shopped during a hurricane evacuation picture this: the lines at Disney with the efficiency of the DMV and the frustration of rush hour traffic in Atlanta. It’s a joy.
I then dragged out all our camping stuff to prepare for the fun of going a long time with no power, and began stocking the laundry room with all our junk food.
Y’all my laundry room looks like a 12 year old was sent to the gas station unsupervised with $100 and told to get some food. Snack cakes for daaayyyysss. Is it possible to eat healthy during a hurricane? Probably. But why would you????
Today I took the kids to one of the few remaining restaurants open, an all you can eat pizza buffet…so they should be good til at least Saturday morning, right?
I’ve got lanterns, sleeping bags, several cases of water and 150 days worth of fruit snacks. Bring it on, Flo!
For real though, y’all stay safe. Pray for our first responders in the days to come. And don’t open the door for dolphins.