My Adrenaline Rush

My Adrenaline Rush

I know I have been absent. With my husband out of town for 5 days last week, and the holiday, it has been a crazy couple of weeks.

Recently, it came to my attention that Dean McDermott, aka Tori Spelling’s husband, was in a motorcycle accident. He’s come under a lot of fire from people asking the question: do you give up your right to live dangerously and take risks when you have children? In my ever-so-humble opinion. YES. When I had my son, it changed everything from the way I drive to how I react to severe weather.

During my husband’s man trip, some pretty severe weather came through my neighborhood. It was getting dark out around 8:30pm and my kiddo was already tucked away in bed. The lightning was getting worse and close which was scary enough, but not necessarily enough to make me hit the basement. My husband called out of concern from the sheer number of severe weather alert texts he was getting and I asked, “At what point should we go in the basement?” Simultaneously with his response, a tornado warning was issued and the sirens in my neighborhood began to go off. I said, “Now would be a good time,” and I hung up on him. With my heart racing, I ran up to grab Jack out of his crib and we headed to the basement and turned on the news. Seeing that none of the stations thought it was important to be reporting on a potential TORNADO, I calmed down a bit. Thankfully, my sister-in-law had stayed with me to help out over the weekend so I wasn’t totally alone. We waited out the warning and when it officially expired and we were in the clear, we headed to bed. Jack slept soundly the entire time.

My second terrifying home alone moment came a few days later. As I was turning off lights, locking doors, turning the alarm on and about to head up the stairs, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye at the front door. I was too scared to look at the door but stood frozen to the floor. The dog either sensed my panic or saw the same thing because she started barking which she NEVER does. No, really, our dog does not bark at anything. That freaked me out. What further increased my terror was her running to the door and watching her ears paste back, back hair stand on end and her growling with that low, angry dog growl. The moment passed and she turned and headed upstairs, curled up on the bed and was completely unfazed by what just happened. I on the other hand was still terrified. I texted and attempted a call to my husband who did not return my frantic messages for 45 minutes. He reminded me of the plan. If there were ever an intruder in the house and the alarm goes off to grab Jack, hit the panic button, call 911 and lock ourselves deep into the master closet. The mere thought of ever having to put this plan together scares the living bejeezus out of me.

These two incidents were about all the adrenaline rush I could need anytime soon. I’m not a big daredevil by any means, but I think my days of sitting out on the porch as severe weather rolls in are long gone. My son’s safety is of course of primary importance; but, I have to keep myself safe and healthy for him!

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