It has been a slow news week, here in Florida. On Monday, newscasters all over the state began broadcasting pending doom and gloom. For Tuesday. SEVERE WEATHER PREDICTED FOR TOMORROW they warned.
We don’t generally tune into the local news, especially around our high strung children. They are liable to be privy to a surfer getting their knee cap bitten off by a shark. Or some other horror story that will ensure that no one in our house sleeps at night. So we keep our news watching relegated to time when the children are asleep. If at all.
Florida could break off and become an island, and I would be none the wiser.
But the children are allowed to listen to a Christian radio station, that does not contain news and claims to be “safe for the little ears in the family”. But even they jumped on the doomsday bandwagon, and commenced with all the SEVERE THUNDERSTORM ALERT AND POSSIBLE TORNADO WARNINGS a full day prior to any storm making landfall.
This is Florida, people. The land of hurricanes and random out of nowhere lightning strikes.
As you might imagine, my Emme has been on high alert when she first learned of the pending storms. WHAT IF, MOM, WHAT IF, WHAT IF, WHAT IF????
And if you assumed that she whipped her younger siblings into a frenzy, you would be correct. So that by the time the storms finally did arrive by Tuesday evening, we had a full compliment of children melting down all over the cheap linoleum.
This may surprise you, but I am cool as a cucumber in an emergency. And Fiddledaddy is even chillier. We have carried on throughout the day as though nothing was out of the ordinary, and there was nothing to fear.
The children were not swayed by our calm exterior, as they made out their wills, and made elaborate plans as they prepared to camp in one another’s beds tonight. Jensen actually had both sisters talked into sleeping with him in his twin size bed.
Until I reminded them that they might want to wear their rain gear, as Jensen still has need of big boy night protection.
When he learned that he would be sleeping alone, there was much gnashing of teeth and wailing. He finally cried himself to sleep while holding fast to his Blues Clues Blanket and assorted Backyardigans plush toys.
I am comforted by the soft sound of rain beating against my window. And looking forward to falling asleep to the soothing sounds of a winter rain storm.
I do not fear the wrath of the weather. But I am leery of a certain offspring who may decide to sleep wrapped around my head. Which is why I’ll be wearing a shower cap to bed.
So, my question to you all is, do you think that the newscasters tend to go overboard when reporting pending weather? Or is it better to be forewarned?