Tornadoes in January

(MH listening to the iPod--or what she calls "phone singing songs." No other reason for this pic except blogs need pictures and I just steal good ones of our kid from Jonathan's FB when I don't feel like stealing pictures off the internet.)

I guess there were tornadoes last night. In January! Yes, that's crazy. But you know what's even more crazy? I slept through the whole thing.

If you know me, this might not seem crazy because I sleep a lot. I require a good eight hours to feel like a functioning human being--ten or twelve if I've been sick. But I don't really sleep that way anymore. It's not entirely MH's fault (even though she's been sleeping like absolute shit recently). Our neighbor hordes cats and cat meows must be on the same frequency as baby cries because anytime a cat makes any type of noise, I bolt awake. Unfortunately, so do my dogs. Even if I'm able to fall back asleep, often times the dogs barking like crazy because there are freaking cats RIGHT THERE, but who can really blame them for that.

But you know what's not on the same frequency as a baby crying? Tornado sirens. I slept through them completely. John Belski even called Jonathan's phone to warn us about the storm and I said, "Jonathan, your stupid phone!" and went back to sleep.

The sirens did wake up MH, I'm pretty sure--but who knows because she always seems to wake up between 3 and 4 am. We just brought her into our room and forced her back to sleep.

This morning I wake up and look at Facebook and realize that everybody else I know realized what was happening and got their families into the basement. But you know what? Even if we had been aware of the storm, we only have a cellar. You have to go outside to get to the entrance, and it's really gross down there. So most of the time when there is a weather emergency, Jonathan and I will look at each other and be like, "Should we....?" And then we sigh and convince ourselves that our bedroom is probably "safe enough" because it only has a little sliver of a window.

Anyway, long story short is that I am too lazy to be concerned about tornadoes, but maybe if we ever live in a house with a real basement, especially if it's one with a couch, then I'll totally listen to John Belski when he tells me to seek cover.

You know, if I'm awake.