…And I don’t blame him.
I’ll admit, I am not great in an emergency (See Kitchen Fire Incident post). On Sunday, as my kids and I snuggled on the first floor, my husband braved Hurricane Sandy from our bedroom. We live on a heavily wooded lot, so I worry about trees falling on the house in even the mildest of storms. Hurricane force winds? There was no way the kids or I were staying upstairs.
The good news is a tree did not fall on the house.
The bad news is, our property was hit pretty hard, with a completely uprooted tree, two downed trees, and enough debris to build a small log cabin. We also dealt with three days without power and unseasonably cold temperatures, but we were lucky compared to many of our NJ and NY neighbors.
As I gloated to my husband about my foresight in choosing to sleep downstairs (“If the tree fell the other way it could have hit the house!” “The winds were so strong!”) he reminded me of how I somehow braved the storm with the kids and managed to both lose the flashlight (it was eaten by the couch) and use up my cell phone battery (I was checking for weather updates) over the course of six hours. So, in case of a real emergency, I would have been braving the world without light or contact with the outside world.
A few weeks ago my husband decided that should he ever have to choose someone to get stranded on a deserted island with, he would choose his best buddy from college. While best bud, Kevin, would use his survival skills to keep the two of them alive, according to my dearest husband, I’d only be good for serving as easy bait for hungry wild animals (keeping him safe for at least a little while). Unfortunately, he is probably right.
I’m still glad I slept on the first floor with the boys, but next time maybe I will keep better track of my emergency tools.
How did you fare in the storm?