So it's been one year since Hurricane Harvey. We were VERY lucky to only get water in our garage (lost all of my preschool stuff, books I had already read, and most of our shoes). There are 180 homes in our neighborhood and we were one house out of only five that did not flood inside the home. Many of our neighbors are still rebuilding and some evacuated out and never came back. We went through some uncomfortable weeks where people were very ugly to us because they were dealing with such catastrophe while we could sleep in our own beds and cook meals in our kitchen. My parents built a weekend house a few miles away so the kids and I stayed there for some time. It seemed safer. We mucked out houses, provided meals, washed laundry, and gave rides all over until new cars were purchased. We were tired but thankful we had a clean and dry home to sleep.
This picture was taken around 2 pm Sunday. The rain stopped around 9 am Wednesday. Our good neighbors a few houses the other way were dry until 4 am that morning. If it had just stopped raining sooner. Our garage took water around 5 and came RIGHT TO THE FRONT DOOR at 9. If it had rained another 15 minutes?
I used to love to sleep during a good storm.
No one here can even watch rain anymore. Everyone has PTSD.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.