Finally, after being sick for a week and missing Sunday school, dance class, one day of preschool and a her first bowling birthday party, Ariel was able to go to school yesterday for two and half hours.

It was divine. 

For both us.  Her preschool class made breakfast, pancakes and sausage.  What I should have warned her teacher beforehand is that Ariel is a PANCAKE EATING MACHINE and stops at nothing to eat every pancake in sight.  And I tried to give her the same amount of breakfast before class as usual, but she knew she was having breakfast at school and couldn’t quite figure out why she was having breakfast before breakfast.  I wanted to say "well, I’m just concerned that the other fourteen students may not get a single pancake."  But I told her just in case she got hungry before breakfast, this was a little appetizer.  (which was actually little bit true.)

While she was at school, I got to work at home.  Drinking coffee and cleaning my bedroom while Racecar played with 1,362 race cars.  My bedroom is the Official Dumping Location For All Crap in the Folding Laundry household, it was so bad that the night before I had a dream that I was cleaning my bedroom.  Your bedroom, according to Oprah, is supposed to be your sanctuary, filled with clean sheets and lavender, a place for your soul to be put at ease and well….my bedroom was not my sanctuary and it was filled with dirty socks and so.much.dust.  So, I cleaned it.  Really cleaned it.  While I was cleaning, I noticed my NOAA weather radio was unplugged, I plugged it in.  (p.s.  do you have a weather radio?  I added one to my Christmas wish list two years ago and I’m very happy with it and feel much safer at night.  Consider buying one, okay?  It’s like having a fire alarm.  End Info-mercial.)

By the time we needed to pick Ariel up from school, my bedroom was pristine and I felt so much better.  I actually put my laptop on the desk and did work, rather than my coffee table or my lap or the kitchen counter, it felt good and productive!  When I picked Ariel up, her teacher reported to me that "Ariel sure can pack away some pancakes!!!!!!!!!!" she exclaimed.  I replied with something about her taking after her mother, which is totally the truth.

It was while working on my desk that my NOAA weather radio went off with a TORNADO WARNING.  Do you hear this?  The day I turned it on, we had a tornado warning.  Well, not so much we, but the next county over, which I’m glad to know about because our parents live there.  So, I made the appropriate phone calls and while on the phone with my mother in law, the sirens outside my house started going off and the NOAA weather radio went off with a tornado warning for us, which wasn’t a good thing…because the kids were sleeping peacefully.  And quietly.  And I’ve always been instructed to never wake a sleeping child.  Shouldn’t that rule be followed in the midst of a tornado warning??  Because what if a tornado does not hit, then I’d just woken them up for no reason…but what if a tornado did hit.  I woke them up, put their sandals on to go downstairs and the sirens stopped.  So, there we were, all staring at each other, the kids looking at me like I’m a lunatic and me looking at the weather radio like it’s a lunatic.  Either way, it was peaceful and fine and good.  and safe.

And I’m really glad a tornado did not hit.  I had just cleaned my room, you know.

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