Six years, three kids, a bajillion neuroses
Obvs cartoons have been on all afternoon

Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain

So, uh, how many of you have emergency kits? Oooh, next question: what is IN an emergency kit?

Phillip and I are discussing emergency kits, escape routes, meeting up plans, all sorts of distasteful things as we watch the Moore, OK coverage. I say, "Thank God we're building deck stairs because we don't have an exit route from the second floor." Phillip says, "I think my car has lots of water in the back, but I need to put more in the van." I say, "Should I make everyone a little backpack of extra clothes and snacks and a space blanket? And... other stuff?" Phillip says, "If something happens when I'm at work and I can't reach you, first I'll look for you here, then I'll look here, then I'll look here." Then we stare at the TV a little longer. 

For a while I sat in on a bunch of meetings where we tried to figure out how to disaster-prepare the church. It was even more important as the church is the largest gathering space in that neighborhood and would likely be a shelter and headquarters for response teams. It was totally overwhelming - not the best feeling for someone on the planning team, I know, but I had a hard time wrapping my brain around so many responsibilities and contingencies. At such a time I think I would only be big enough for three responsibilities: Jackson, Molly, and Emma.

Phillip and I need to figure out a plan for our family. I've been thinking about it for a while. Extra food and water in the garage. Batteries. Flashlights. Radios. What else? I had to make a little emergency kit for Molly's preschool. Extra clothes, a space blanket, a few snacks, a "comforting letter". When my brother returned from Hurricane Katrina relief with the National Guard, he stocked up all the proper survivalist supplies, bought a few guns. We will not be doing that. But we should do something. Say the next earthquake takes out a bridge? Or we find out North Korea can reach Seattle? Or my friend's parents are right and the rapture is going to happen any day now? WHO KNOWS?

I'm looking at this website:

Ugh, this is such a terrible thing to think about. Much like making a WILL, which we haven't done EITHER. (I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW.)

Tonight I'm just super thankful that when Jack asks me what the news is talking about I can truthfully say, "Don't worry, that doesn't happen here." 

I'm so sorry, Oklahoma.



Oh man, a will. We haven't done those, either. I'm just glad we FINALLY got the life insurance done after Paul was born.


My husband has been the chief person designing and practicing the disaster recovery plan for his company for last 4 years. And living in a coastal area of FL, our major concern is hurricanes, but we've talked about the rest of it too (fire, tornadoes, crazed gunman in the neighborhood) and made a few plans, but I confess that come June 1st (the official beginning of hurricane season) we're usually frantically out searching for bottled water with the rest of them and I've never packed a bag unless a threat was announced and close by. (Last year a tornado was spotted in our area. I packed bags and tossed blankets and pillows in the hallway so I could hide out with the kids if needed. It wasn't, thank goodness.)

Being Catholic - don't you think you won't have to worry too much if the Rapture happens? At that point, it's not really your concern, right?


We haven't done a will yet either and it drives me nuts...but not nuts enough to try to make a decision on guardianship. I'm totally with the movie "Raising Helen" on that one, that you want someone that's most like you to raise your kids...but I just don't know who that would be beside my parents, which would be huge burden for them and probably would seem unfair to my husband's family. His brother's already got four kids, though, so I can't imagine adding two more to that. Ugh. And you know, I'm starting to think your friend's parents aren't that far off. The more stuff like this happens, the more I wonder if we truly are in the end times. Just when you think things can't get any worse...they do :(


We had to turn the news off last night until Olivia went to bed because coverage of a major tornado would FREAK HER OUT. She's not fond of storms and obsesses over tornadoes. And while we do get them here occasionally, not at the rate or ferocity that they get them in OK.

When I heard about the demolished elementary schools and that they were pulling kids out of piles of rubble, I felt like I needed to turn off the TV for ME.


We have one of those backpacking water filters, so our (earthquake) plan entails filtering water from a nearby stream...we might not have thought this out very well. Our "go bag" is really just camping gear. I can't stand thinking about this stuff. When I read that I need to include a family photo in Elena's "comfort pack" for kindergarten, I burst into tears.


Oh, how I wish our country could heal from one tragedy before another hits. I feel like I’ve been a blubbering, paranoid mess for months both working in the schools and having young children. I can’t watch the news while the kids are awake, because peanut wants to know why mommy is crying and I don’t want to scare her. Can I just say, in the case of disaster preparedness, you need to get some Mormon friends. My Mormon friend has hooked me up with all sorts of web pages on food preservation, has offered to help me create my food storage (they have enough for 3 months stored in their house), and I’ve attended preparedness classes at her local ward. They take this stuff super seriously. One of the biggest take away items that I took from the class was that a text takes less bandwidth than a call AND your phone will keep trying until it gets through with a text AND you will have better luck getting through to an out of state person because their lines will be clear. So, designate an out of state relative as your check-in person, and have all family members, wherever they are during an emergency, text that person.


We did some of that stockpiling in the garage and then I was like "if an earthquake hits, will it really be easier to get the food in the garage than in the pantry?" And gave that up. We always have a big supply of water bottles so we don't stockpile water anymore either. Basically, it's been long enough since that freaky earthquake back in '99(?) that we've gotten lazy. Oh and that "comfort letter"? I can never bring myself to write one! What do you say? "Um, hopefully we aren't dead and we love you"??? ACK.


We still haven't done a will and our oldest is 12. I worry about it but can't imagine who I would ask to take the responsibility. As for disaster prep, my husband and I have talked about it but haven't done anything. The thought of it paralyzes me and I'm not sure where I would begin.


I bought one of those Red Cross disaster backpacks that contains a couple of days worth of "stuff" and put it in the garage and considered that to be Good Enough.

Do a will on Legal Zoom. It's not the best thing ever, I'm told, but it is good enough and it is quick, cheap, and painless. Then you can struggle with doing a real will with a proper lawyer later, which if you are like me, will be never. So at least I have this one. (And when I say quick and painless, it took me less than ten minutes or something.)

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