Sunday night we had a nasty storm come through. it spawned three tornadoes that touched down and numerous funnel clouds. needless to say, I was scared out of my tree. Hubs was very confidant and seemed to actually be enjoying himself.
My eldest son was born in late October, and the summer after he was born, the very first thunderstorm we had I got scared. how do I protect this baby form mother nature herself?? Since that day, I have been terrified of storms. I love summer, but I dread the storms. I think about them during winter months, planning how we get out, where we hide during a tornado and what papers I would need to bring during an evacuation situation.
Sunday night I was literally shaking. I made many trips to the washroom becuase I feared that if there was anything in my bladder, I would pee at the next loud crack of thunder. At one point the hail was coming down so hard (it was two inches in diameter) on the skylight that I was hyperventilating. I would have been in tears, but I was too panicked to cry!
I wanted to run screaming out of the house! In the hail, thats how loud it was. I had taken my four year old out of his room on the upper levels, and put him to bed with his eldest brother in the basement becuase I was worried about how to get the dog and cat down when the time came to hide from the tornadoes they were warning us about.
And in the morning, when I went out to survey the damage, I cried. My beautiful apple trees were ruined. The leaves torn, the apples bruised.
It seems like we are having one storm a week with hail. I cannot remember a summer where we get more than one storm with hail, and in 2008? This is the sixth time!
I am So damn tired of storms.

