Needless to say, Chad thinks I'm paranoid. I prefer "prepared".
Last night, as my husband lay next to me, nearly asleep, I started shaking the bed.
"Wha-?" he said sleepily.
"I'm doing an earthquake drill. We're having an earthquake. What. Do. You. Do?"
"Are we really having an earthquake?"
"No. This is just a drill."
"Oh. Um. I go get the kids and stand in a doorway."
"Which kid first?"
"WRONG! Remember? In my Disaster Preparedness Plan, Section 3, you go get Joseph and I grab Elizabeth. We meet at the doorways in the hall."
"Okay," he mumbled, already half asleep again.
I waited a few minutes, not sure if he really understood that we're supposed to prepare for these things. Then...
He rolled over and put his arms around me. "Go to sleep, baby."
Too bad he stopped me. Next on the list was the Home Invasion Drill.
Then again, it's probably a good thing that I didn't hand him a baseball bat...
Mandy Dawson is a wife and mother of two living on the beautiful Central Coast of California. When she's not updating her Emergency Preparedness Plan to include tidal waves and zombies, she can be found blogging at http://inmandyland.blogspot.