Tornadoes Make Me Sleepy

Today started out as any other day, only tinged with a little bad weather, which is Spanish for "I'm waiting yet another day to get my car back from the shop." (I try to avoid driving in bad weather with the kiddos whenever possible.) Why have I put off getting it back for nearly two weeks? Well, the mechanic lives about an hour's drive away, so we're seriously looking into another guy who's closer. I can't complain though. On the days I haven't had a car, our monthly budget has been at a record low. Seriously, it's embarrassing. If I have a car, I will find something to buy. Case and point: the other day I needed to use the Leaf (Walter used the babe magnet) to take the boys for their four month immunizations, and I came back with a bench swing cushion. Not that I didn't want/need one, but it was out of sight out of mind for quite a while. Jokes on me anyway, it turned out to be too short. Not having a car can't stop me from buying junk. Though I do buy less. Just recently, I took the boys to Wal-Mart and CVS in the stroller. We're lucky to have both stores at opposite ends of our subdivision. Translation: It's not as impressive as it sounds. Although we haven't ventured out in the stroller as much because the weather has been a real jerk lately. We actually had a tornado warning at around 2pm today  (super thankful that I had a TV to warn me. Tornadoes FREAK ME OUT! It's actually the biggest reason that I wanted this house.) Well,  I immediately yanked up the kids and brought them to the basement one by one and laid them on the mattresses in the craft room. Yes, our basement looks like we are currently A) harboring a fugitive B) running a brothel C) junkies or D) involved in some human trafficking ring. Pick your poison. Long story short we had twin beds set up for visitors, had to change them out for cribs, too lazy to put them away but they worked for being comfy during tornadoes, but too lazy to put sheets on them or bed frames under them so now it's the tornado/junkie/brothel room. So now babies are in the TJB room and I'm like "Ah crap, there's so much junk down here." I'm currently getting rid of/ organizing stuff, and very much like my mother, every project I embark on has to get much more disorganized and crazy before completion. So anyways, I'm thinking of all the things that are going to impale me and the boys if a tornado actually does come, so I decide to go to the work room which is safer anyways because it's the farthest away from any windows. And because Walter's in charge of its maintenance, it of course looks like an O.R. with everything perfectly in its place and sterile. So I drag the mattress in there, put the boys on and start scooting them towards the wall. Well, they just start cackling.  I'm talking pure unadulterated laughter. They just thought it was the coolest ride ever. Unfortunately I didn't get it on video because my phone is overflowing with vids and pics of them. There we are, all cozy on the junkie mattress up against the concrete wall.

Well, after the boys' Aunt Mae texted us the "All Clear", the fun was all over. And apparently, tornado warnings just wear the boys out.

 Although, this one doesn't like to stay in his crib for day naps anymore and I  don't feel like running upstairs every five minutes to replace the binky. So this is how we get stuff done now, from the couch or not at all.














This rest of the day was anticlimactic other than the fire alarm going off because of some sauce dripping out of the pan in the oven and the boys refusing to take anymore naps during the day. 

I called up Daddy and said that he could take the last feed because I was mentally exhausted. I've decided that the boys need some sort of entertaining vehicle besides their Mama, like one of these bad boys.



Little Everyday Things:

1. A smoke detector that is in excellent condition.
2. TV's for the sole purpose that they give you tornado warnings.
3. A house with a basement for the sole purpose that it protects you from tornadoes.
4. And a hubby that rescued me from the baby tornado today. Love you, Dub!