George has always been fascinated with the weather. Even back in college he stood outside snapping pictures of a vicious twister as I hunkered down in the bathroom of my apartment. With the advent of smartphones, he began following the radar closely, and checking it several times per day. Last night, just as we followed the quad’s bedtime ritual he noticed a hook on the radar directly over our neighborhood. We switched on the T.V. to see what our local meteorologists had to say about it. Nothing. The World Series played but there were no banners or interruptions. We didn’t hear tornado sirens or any indication there was danger. We waited for updates, allowing the quads to stay up a bit later than usual just in case. They watched the World Series as we watched for weather warnings. As they enjoyed their time staying up late, I stocked our under the stairs closet with flashlights, board books, and light up toys.
Despite the nagging feeling there was a serious storm coming, we tucked the quads into their cribs for the night. Not ten minutes after all four kids were settled, a horrible whir began and hail began pummeling our windows and roof. Both George and I recalled the last major storm that passed through and shattered nearly every window in our home and pulverized our roof. There was no way our babies were staying in their rooms if there were a slight chance of a rerun of that storm. George and I sprung into action, whipping the closet door open, snatching babies from their cribs and then stuffing them into our bunker (aka under the stairs closet). Despite being ripped from their snugly beds and literally shoved into a tight space, all four did exceptionally well. The storm rolled on for well over 20 minutes, keeping us confined to the closet. We managed to entertain the crew with a board book, flashlights, and bubbles. Once calm was restored, we carefully tucked each of the children back into bed and they snuggled up as if they were never disrupted.
Remembering the saga of the previous storm, George immediately called our insurance company to schedule an adjuster to check our roof. We didn’t notice any leaks or obvious damage, but our roof was totaled before with little evidence without careful examination. When our family came over for dinner this evening, they all asked what happened to our neighborhood. Apparently there is debris covering the front lawns, driveways, and entire street.
Has a storm ever caught you by surprise?
2 thoughts on “In the Bunker”
We call that same closet under the stairs the “tornado room”. It was always called that no matter what the weather so Sean just became used to it. There have been a couple of times that we’ve told him to wait in the tornado room and he knows just where to go. By the way, I am the one glued to the radar and Jeff runs outside to watch. I’m a tiny bit paranoid about severe weather and we even had tornado/hurricane clips put on our house when it was being built.
The only reason we now have “the bunker” is because I heard you talk about your “tornado room”! Ours used to be a linen closet about a foot deep. After I heard you tell me how yours went under the stairs, George expanded ours and it’s perfect for a storm shelter. We all fit inside. I’m always glad you mentioned your tonorado room, otherwise we’d be in the bathroom and it’s not as well suited.