On Wednesday morning, I woke up to a text from the hubs (he goes into the office super early) that read:
Come get your car and get out of town please.
I rolled my eyes. Then, I turned on the TV. It was 6:40am and I wanted to see where Matthew was. And perhaps what this hurricane was doing that prompted Stu to send me off.
Ok. Ok. Ok. I'll admit it. The prospect of a category 4 hurricane barreling toward our house was not comforting news. I have never run away from a hurricane before. I didn't want to run away from this one either. A lot can happen 24-36 hours before a storm is expected. They can change paths. They can weaken. The flip side is they can move closer, they can strengthen.
Ugh. What to do?
My Mom was in Gainesville. She had stopped there to spend the night while traveling back from Tennessee. I decided (after a lot of prodding from the hubs and my mom) that the kids and I would leave first thing and head up to the Ville. We would wait out the storm there (Gainesville is anticipating Tropical Storm force winds on Friday). After all is clear, we will head back home*.
The kids and I threw tons of stuff in some suitcases and off we went. Since this was a crazy, impromptu road trip, I was a tad unprepared. The kids iPads were not fully charged when we left.
I thought all was going to be ok. The kids were helpful packing the car. They were pretty quiet at first. Rea was content to chat and play on her iPad. Buddy sat in the back and quietly stared out the window. He said he was sad to leave Dad.
A while later, meltdown central. We had one good hour. Then, not so much. There was much discontent coming from the backseat. First he was mad the only movie he could watch was Minions. Then he was upset there is no wifi in the car. I set up my phone as a hotspot and he watched a different movie (for like 15 minutes). Next, he complained about the car being SO BORING. And we heard how tired he was of being in the back. Then there was a near-tantrum freak out over the iPad's 10% battery life notification.
I rolled my eyes. Silently cursed the miles, Stu, Hurricane Matthew, the whiney pickle in the backseat.
*I hear there is a chance Matthew could make a loop and swing back around to knock my town in the jaw again next week. Not cool Matthew. Not cool at all.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11 and my son Riley is 9. Baby 3 should arrive in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!