My son's birthday started with a BANG and a KA-BOOM... quite literally and at 3:30 in the morning... That's when we awoke to find our house being pelted with hail and a terrified birthday boy stunned and terrified in his crib. While Hubby went to comfort him, I flipped on the TV to find a local news broadcast.
I hate the local news, by the way, and here is why...
The only channel NOT broadcasting infomercials at 3AM had up a weather map indicating that a TORNADO was coming towards our neighborhood. Not our general non-specified area. Not our county. Our neighborhood and OUR HOUSE!
Next thing I know the nearest tornado siren starts to wail. It's less than a mile away, so we're talking LOUD here. We grab pillows off the bed and head to the only "secure" location in the home, our closet. (The same closet where I hid all of the birthday gifts still unwrapped, by the way...)
Turns out there wasn't a tornado spotted AT ALL and they freaked us out for nothing. After it hailed for about 5 minutes, it rained. Just RAIN and only about an inch or so at that.. but, you know, anything for a sensational sound bite for the demo reel/promos...
I hate the local news.
We allowed our son, who was entirely too shaken to go back to his own bed, to "sleep" the rest of the morning in ours. Not that anyone really got anymore sleep. It took a long time to calm him down only to wake up ONE HOUR later with him perched ON my head, trying in vain to turn off the alarm clock we've been ignoring.
My husband, long since kicked out of the bed by a pushy toddler, was sprawled on the floor and we were ALL running very late the first of the birthday events, "Day Out with THOMAS" (the Tank Engine). Peep! Peep!To be continued...
In the meantime, read up on Anglophile Football Fanatic's post about their experience at "Day Out with Thomas" a week before.
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