I made the mistake of showing my son our Hurricane Cake right before breakfast. This guaranteed that I heard nothing but, “Is it time for the Hurricane Party?” and “I’m going to eat some cake now, okay?” for the next four hours.
Liev obsessed over the cake. He jabbered nonstop about the cake–its flavor, dimensions, and color scheme (orange flowers like the Doppler radar on TV). I imagined a “God of Cake” scenario, so we had cake for lunch.
The irony was, poor Liev had no appetite, so he barely tasted the dessert he begged for all morning.
Despite the festivities, the whole family was bored and restive. When we had lists to make and things to do, we were excited and happy. The storm itself was anticlimactic–we weren’t blown or washed away. I can’t believe I am complaining since the basement did NOT flood.
I snapped out of my ennui when I saw the devastation in Vermont. My buddy Rachel posted shocking pictures of the floodwaters.
Next time the Weather Channel primes us for a disaster, I am going to add a “boredom box” in case things actually go well.
My husband and I have been preparing for the impending hurricane. Liev, our autistic son, has picked up on our urgency and become quite anxious. Managing our duties and his worries can make the house tense and less upbeat. Here is a list of what we have been doing to reduce stress and keep cheerful:
Checklists. Making lists is a great way to control anxiety and show Liev that Mama and Papa have it all under control. He wrote lists for supplies, food, and water. We have a lovely tally chart for all of our batteries.
Hurricane Awareness Badges. More drawing fun for T! When we made these, we made “levels” so he can keep track of his progress as the storm picks up. Tomorrow, every third question will probably be about wind speed.
Hurricane Anatomy. Since levels and stages appeal to our son, this is a great way to process what will happen as a part of nature.
Power Outage Social Stories. One of our son’s horrors is not having a nightlight. Telling stories about what to do helps. We have chemical glow sticks next to his bed, so he can see to find his flashlight.
Hurricane Party Signs. Our neighbors must think we are nuts. We have “Hurricane Party Signs” taped to most of our windows. Tomorrow, when the storm is at its worst, we will have cake, balloons, and storytime. Even if our basement floods (again!).
What channel do we always watch at our house? You guessed it, The Weather Channel. Why? It is soothing, has pretty colors and lots of numbers. So, the current weather scenario is like ten Superbowls, the Academy Awards and Christmas all rolled into one.
It might seem ridiculous to be so jazzed about an impending dangerous storm, but stranger things have boosted my excitement level. I have to watch myself, however. Anxiety is contagious. My husband voiced his officially worried statement, “We should prepare in moderation.” He filled up our spare gas cans and recommended moving items out of our basement. Yesterday, Liev fretted about power outages–what would happen if his room got dark or we had to cook something? I stayed up late wondering if our trees would turn against us and crush our house.
A certain about of worry is valid. Our first winter here, an ice storm left us without power for two weeks. Our basement flooded and it was bitter cold. At least we have propane, a generator and a ton of flashlights. Today I plan to top off our supplies. We shall see!
Despite the mountains of snow that we have had, it’s been looking less than pristine. I suspect that all the blasting and rock crushing behind us is coating everything with a barely discernable film of dust. Anyway, a few inches of snow overnight freshened up the neighborhood.
This is across the street.And this is to the left out our front door.