For the past hour and a half I've had Florence and the Machine's "Dog Days are Over" lyrics belting through my head... Could it be?? Could my cabin fever be nearing an end? I know it's only the beginning of February but for the next 7 days I see lots of 50's and 60's in the forecast and I'm. Freaking. Out.
Having to keep a child "incubated" is 80 times more difficult when it's too rainy or snowy or stormy to even go outside.
Last week we had snow AND tornadoes. After a long stretch of sleepless nights, we were finally sleeping soundly when we woke up at 3am to sirens blaring and the weatherman telling us to "get to our safe spot." We gathered the dogs, Abi, the weather radio, and headed to the basement.
Sidenote: Not all of our friends have basements and while ours is very, "cobwebs-with-one-light-bulb-hanging-on-a-string-ish" it's a basement and we've spent many nights hunkered down with friends and neighborhood pets waiting out the storm. So, this night, I was pacing the basement's concrete floor when my phone rang:
ME: Hello? Ash, are you in your safe spot?
ME: Ash, you called me. Are you in your safe spot??
ASH: Noooo.... Should I be??
ME: Ash, you don't have time to get to my basement. Go to your bathroom.
ASH: I'm coming to your basement now.
ME: No, you don't have time. We're already in our basement. We're in the storm now. Get to your bathroom!
ASH: Okay. Call me after the storm.
I hung up the phone and told Sean there was no way she was awake. She must have heard the sirens and called in her sleep. Turns out I was right. You know you have good friends when they call you in their sleep in the middle of a tornado.
All this to say, if Abi wakes up from her nap soon I'm going to throw on some tunes, grab a soda, and go on a walk. Anybody seen the musical Seven Brides for Seven Brothers? I feel like I'm as happy as those girls were when the snow started melting... minus the weird "stuck in a cabin b/c they were kidnapped by their future husbands whom they actually like" scenario.