Let's just say, when I'm tired, I'm not messing around.
I got my allergy shots Friday morning. I only have to get them once a month now. I need to start paying attention to whether or not my body reacts the same way each month, because yowza.
We went out on our friends' boat Friday night. So fun.
The family, or safe to say BOTH families, are still laughing at my attempt to walk across a moving boat. (more on this later - I tried to include it, but holy lengthy).
Coach asked me to drive home, which normally would be fine because I drink very little alcohol (and STILL can't walk across a moving boat). I could NOT keep my eyes open though. If it had been socially acceptable, I would've curled up on the floor of the boat at 9 pm and napped mid lively conversation. I managed to stay awake on the drive home. Barely.
Saturday we had a grad party. I usually eat at home before a party in case there are no GF options. I didn't have time to eat before we left. The food was awesome and I don't think I consumed any gluten, but hard to know. I also ate dinner later than I normally do. Not sure if it was the shots, the food, the late meal, or something else but my insides were complaining. Not puking or anything drastic. Just complaining and waking me up crazy early.
So, I was tired on Sunday (Dad's day).
Father's Day I took Curly to a dancing competition. We haven't been at a feis (small competition) in 16 months. I've never entered her in the Dad's day feis in the past, but she needed to compete as a trial run before we head to Nationals in a few weeks in AZ. They only allow a small number of competitors at a feis now, so this was no easy thing. She had a basketball tournament Saturday, so Sunday it was. I also refused to travel for a feis, and this one was only 20 minutes away.
They promised a 'quick' feis. Show up at your assigned time, dance, and be done. All to avoid crowds. Epic fail there. We arrived at 9:30 am and left at 2 pm.
Have I mentioned that I was tired?
Also Sunday: Coach invited his folks for lunch. The drive is less than an hour. They live in fear of 'weather', so they cancelled because of a possible storm. Fortunately, I have many mouths who were happy to eat all of the food bought/prepared for this lunch. Still, my in laws have been doing this weather-related baling thing for years and missing life in the process - when the weather OFTEN amounts to NOTHING. There ended up being a small rain burst in the evening around 7:30 pm. They would've been fine coming for lunch. But, then . . .
At 11:30 pm, shortly after I went to bed (after snoozing on the couch for an hour plus) the windows in our room started rattling. A lot. It sounded like our house was going through a car wash. The windows were being hit with a STRONG spray. They were shut, but I was convinced that the shutters inside our room were going to blow open.
What, you might ask, did I do? I sat upright for 10 seconds and laid down and went to sleep. Apparently coma-like sleep. I heard nothing. Not the alert on my phone. Not the deafening sirens outside. Not the funnel cloud or 70 mph winds as it moved through our neighborhood. Nope.
Monday: I didn't wake up at 6ish like usual. What do they PUT in my allergy shots? Tank woke me at 7:35 am.
Tank: UM, ARE YOU DRIVING ME TO WORK? HAVE YOU LOOKED OUTSIDE? WE LOST OUR SWING SET. SOME OF OUR TREES HAVE HUGE LIMBS MISSING. OH, AND BECKY CALLED CRYING. YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE AND SHE WAS WORRIED. SHE DROVE BY WHEN SHE DROPPED HER KID OFF AT SWIM TEAM AND SHE WAS UPSET BY THE STATE OF OUR YARD/NEIGHBORHOOD.
Well, I was awake NOW.
|After I drove Tank to work at 7:45 am. The entrance to my neighborhood looked like this when I returned.|
I peeked outside and I could NOT believe my eyes. Driving through the neighborhood to get Tank to work was bazaar. It looked like we were in a jungle with the tops of trees in the road. Huge, 20 or 30 year old trees. Incredible, and sad.
As Tank and I were getting in the car, Mary Ann yelled across the street to me. Something like: HEY - YOU GUYS OK?
Me (while wearing my squishy, slept-for-9-plus-hours-face): OH, YEAH. UM.I JUST WOKE UP. I NEVER HEARD ANYTHING. WELL, I HEARD THE WINDOWS SHAKE A LITTLE, BUT I LAID DOWN AND WENT TO SLEEP.
|Our toppled swing set (Coach says too broken to be fixed) and some of the tree limbs from the nearby tree that lost its top/back half. Below is my new view out my kitchen window. That tree WAS so much larger.|
Mary Ann gave me a dumbfounded look. Worse than when her packages land on my porch. She switched to an angry face, like I did something intentionally to hurt her when really it was just us being idiots. Well, I wasn't an idiot. I was tired.
A storm was expected at 3 in the afternoon, but that didn't happen. My kids said they heard alerts on their phones, but they just hit OK without reading it and went back to sleep. Coach admits that he heard the warnings, but most of the time nothing happens so he ignored it. He sees now that this was a mistake.
|Wilhelm enjoying watching the chipper. That grinding tree noise has been the backdrop of the neighborhood for two solid days.|
Houses (not in our neighborhood, but in the town adjacent to ours - where Delilah lives) were flattened. It's just staggering. Trees uprooted. Roofs ripped a part. A chimney toppled around the corner. A window was broken a few doors down. The entrance to our neighborhood lost 5 BIG TREES. It looks SO different. Barren. Fortunately, no loss of life. The immediate response of trucks and workers clearing everything was very impressive. 15 cars filled my culdesac this morning and volunteers hopped out to help people chop up downed trees. Heart warming.
Who sleeps through a tornado?