I am sick of bad weather.
We are coming up on the anniversary of our 1,000 year (or 500 year) flood (it depends on who's talking what year it is), and the city is asking for volunteers to fill sandbags because - SURPRISE! - we're experiencing flooding again.
Within the past week, we've had numerous tornado warnings, storm damage, awful amounts of rain, hail, you name it. Everyone is cranky and irritated (kids and staff included) because we're spending nights in basements, closets and anywhere deemed safe while the tornadoes are popping around, dealing without power, and having to hang out with insurance adjusters as they assess damage.
Let's see...last week we sent kids home early due to power problems throughout the county.
Monday night we had rotten storms again - more power outages - and even more damage than we had last week. School was cancelled. (Smart call). We only lost power at home for 8 hours and I consider myself lucky. Some people still don't have power. One neighbor lost a tree, another lost most of his expensive, not even a year old, vinyl fence. Trees everywhere and power lines down.
Last night more tornadoes, more time in the basement (did not lose power - yeah!) and we delayed school for an hour, and let out today an our early due to flooding. Some teachers didn't make it in (trees in roads, trees through house, flooding, etc.) and a lot of kids stayed home because they were predicting more tornadoes today.
Can we just have some sunshine?
But truly, I'm thanking the Good Lord that it wasn't worse. We're alive, and unharmed, and although tired, and cranky and a bit soggy, we really got lucky. Other folks didn't get so lucky (just look at Alabama for example). My heart goes out to them.