But it’s super busy in the food court area so we take our food to eat in the back of the car. We’re parked in a section of the parking lot with low traffic and with the kids all sitting together this works out really well!
But as we’re eating outside we see some threatening clouds moving in and it starts to drizzle and we hear thunder starting up. Uh oh. Guess it’s time to go home!
On the way home the clouds are intense! There’s some lightning. It’s all very cool to us and not threatening enough to worry, there isn’t tons of wind or major lightning or thunder so it seems fairly harmless but really amazing to look at!
We go in the house and unpack the groceries and then my phone lets out this sharp, loud siren sound! I run over to my phone but already know… that’s got to be some kind of major storm alert… it sounds just like a storm alert would sound!
I turn my phone on and sure enough the screen has a tornado warning for our area and says to get to a basement (or the lowest level you can) for the next half hour! I FREAK out, but only inside of course. I tell the kids to go downstairs. I get a blanket for Everett and bring him downstairs. I leave him with Brooke and I rush upstairs and into my bedroom to get candles and flashlights and then grab a couple diapers and some wipes on the way out. I bring this in the kitchen and grab the entire container of batteries and bring everything downstairs. Oh and my phone. And my camera 😛
We’re all scared and I’m trying to be calm but I’m seeing visions of our house falling on top of us and me jumping over my kids to shield them with my body, if it comes to it. I try to text Allan. He’s completely not phased by a tornado warning so my inner hysteria is not eased by comforting words. ha
I wish we could turn the lights on because I think that’d help the kids’ fear but I’m worried about the lightning and blowing the lights or a tornado blowing the lights so we light the candle and have the flashlight on instead.
The kids and I say a prayer. We are more calm afterward. All but Brooke. She is panicked and wants everything to be silent so she can listen to the wind. I try to tell her that we won’t have to quietly listen for it, we’ll hear it loud and clear but she’s not convinced and angrily tells any sibling who makes a peep to BE QUIET!!!
Payson asks me a dozen times if we’re going to die. I tell him, “No, we’re not going to die. We’re safe down here!”