When I was a kid growing up in Houston, I thought hurricanes were fun. Hurricane Alecia actually lifted me up in the air for a couple seconds, a fact my mom swears is not true.
Now, years later, hurricane + kids of my own= anxiety/panic attack.
We evacuated an hour and a half ahead of Harvey. It was windy and raining when we left; I almost turned back. I’m so glad we kept going all the way to Dallas. All nine hours in the car with three dogs, a cat, and my kids. It was worth it.
Now, we have a downed fence and some shingle damage. We were lucky.
It has taken me a bit to get back into the swing of things, mentally.
On a positive note, my youngest had a blast on the carousel in the mall.