It's been a brutal week. Between the last week of school and graduation and the progressive dinner, omigosh, we're just exhausted. Then Ellery is clearly dropping her morning nap, since we let her take one Sunday morning and promptly got paid back by her being awake from 2am to 4am, which Tom graciously supervised.
Blahblahblah. We're tired.
So tonight we got the kids to bed by 7:30pm, and sat down on the couch to wind down and head to bed early. This was a great idea on theory, but then Mother Nature laughed heartily and threw us a curveball.
The weather guy started getting all excited around 8:15pm, and by 8:30pm the sirens were wailing and we realized there was no choice. We had to wake up the kids and head for the basement. Did I mention our basement is under construction? Tom managed to find the couch, and pulled out an old television while I ran around frantically trying to find the hard drive where all our photos are stored.
When we roused the kids they were cranky. Out of sorts. And then it just got worse. As the forecasters were saying the words "The storm should be overhead in just minutes!" our fire alarm started going off. But it's not just a loud beep, it's integrated into our security system, so this voice comes on saying "Alert! Alert! There is a fire! Evacuate immediately! Alert! Alert!"
And then there are kids crying and hysterics and I grant Tom 43 seconds to run upstairs and see if there really is a fire and hope he doesn't get whipped away into the eye of the storm.
End result? No fire. No tornado. Many brownies consumed and World Worlds watched. And everyone stayed up until 11:30pm, so we're still tired.