I HATE storms. And I am one that does not use the word hate lightly. I really HATE them.
When there is talk of a storm on the horizon, I must get inside immediately. No matter how far away the storm is from where I am, get inside and take cover. It could be sunny and blue skies, it doesn’t matter. It also does not matter whose house I am at – friend, family, neighbor or stranger, I will be in it quietly freaking out so that I do not scare the children.
Upon entering the house, I will turn the TV on and tune into the Weather Channel. I need to be able to watch what is happening with the storm. My need to know where the storm is, the intensity and looking at the color of the storm on the radar screen is very terrifying for me, but I do it anyway. If a TV is not available for this, due to sporting events, kid TV shows and/or the cable being out, I will attempt to get my phone connected to the Weather Channel to watch the colors change from green. To yellow. To orange. To red. To purple (only in really severe situations). I have also been known to find an old radio and tune into the first radio station I can find that has storm updates if the power is out.
My favorite part about watching the radar is when the colors downgrade and the storm heads in a completely different direction from where the Weather Channel states my current location is detected. This incessant need to know about the upcoming storm has caused me many sleepless nights and unproductive days. Nothing gets done when I am worrying and freaking out inside. I try to go about my business so my girls don’t get scared as well, but they know what the colors on the screen mean, what a tornado siren means and how to come running down the stairs when the TV makes the loud beeping sound warning of a tornado.
Due to the storms tonight, I will be watching the Weather Channel and will be very groggy tomorrow morning.
I HATE storms!