Last night we had some crazy storms. Surprisingly, taking the kids to the basement because of tornado warnings wasn't the highlight of the night. No, actually the highlight was this:
If you can't tell, that's the road, under the water. The water that is flowing like a river.
So many of our friends have had more than a foot of standing water in their basements.
Several hundred people reported power outages.
Trees were down.
I keep hearing people say how thankful they are because their families are safe. Their stuff was ruined, but it's only stuff.
And last night when I thought about the possibility of our basement flooding, I almost didn't care. I knew there was nothing I could do. I knew that all those things are replaceable. Or not. They aren't necessities. It's just stuff. It really is.
Thankfully, we don't have a huge mess to clean up. Our back yard is flooded, but our basement is not. Our drains aren't working right, so we are taking refuge at my mom's.
And it's okay. It's nice, actually.
I woke up this morning thinking that I could take them on a little adventure. I could let them splash in the flooded, muddy back yard.
But I chose not to. And I'm not feeling bad about it.
Last week was a very crazy stressful week. This weekend was packed full with busy-ness. I've been stressed and anxious more than I have in a really long time.
So today, my kids are still in jammies. Today we are watching cable at Grammie and Papa's. Today we are resting. We are retreating and reading and playing games. We are going to be okay with that.
I'm sorry for those of my friends that are busy cleaning out their flooded basements. But I am thankful for their attitudes during this inconvenient time.
So many of our friends have had more than a foot of standing water in their basements.
Several hundred people reported power outages.
Trees were down.
I keep hearing people say how thankful they are because their families are safe. Their stuff was ruined, but it's only stuff.
And last night when I thought about the possibility of our basement flooding, I almost didn't care. I knew there was nothing I could do. I knew that all those things are replaceable. Or not. They aren't necessities. It's just stuff. It really is.
Thankfully, we don't have a huge mess to clean up. Our back yard is flooded, but our basement is not. Our drains aren't working right, so we are taking refuge at my mom's.
And it's okay. It's nice, actually.
I woke up this morning thinking that I could take them on a little adventure. I could let them splash in the flooded, muddy back yard.
But I chose not to. And I'm not feeling bad about it.
Last week was a very crazy stressful week. This weekend was packed full with busy-ness. I've been stressed and anxious more than I have in a really long time.
So today, my kids are still in jammies. Today we are watching cable at Grammie and Papa's. Today we are resting. We are retreating and reading and playing games. We are going to be okay with that.
I'm sorry for those of my friends that are busy cleaning out their flooded basements. But I am thankful for their attitudes during this inconvenient time.