I've been thinking alot lately about emergency preparedness. Really about my emergency UNpreparedness. When Jeremy and I met we had a running joke that I could be ready for anything in an instant. I have had an irrational fear of house fires most of my life and have prepared likewise. I have a wicker chest that was given to me as a middle-schooler. I filled that thing with every thing that was important to me and that I didn't want to lose in "The Fire" (because I was certain one was coming). From home, to dorm room, to college apartment after college apartment, to our first married apartment, to house, to cabin, to apartment I always parked that thing in front of a window and would spend my last few waking moments each night reviewing my escape plan. . . Where is my favorite necklace (later became wedding ring)? Do I have shoes by the door? Where is my camera/phone? Are our water bottles full? Remember where the photo books are in case I have time to grab them. Do I have clean diapers ready for Willow?
I'm not joking. Not exaggerating. I lived in fear of "The Fire".
Sometime not long after Cedar was born this fear crept to the outskirts of my worries and eventually out of my mind.
It all came back with the smell of burning and every smoke detector of our house being open and without batteries. (really? I live with a former firefighter. . . ) Thankfully said smell ended up being the belt on a fan and we quickly replaced the detector batteries.
Come one! We are the type of people who had personal life insurance at age 22. We save, we plan ahead. I'm the mom who carries bandaids, first aid spray, and extra sunblock with me at all times. I always have full water bottles, extra sweaters, blankets, and rain gear packed int he van. But we would totally be screwed if a disaster caught us off guard.
Now, fully alert and a bit more rational I am determined to get my house in order for an emergency; "The Fire" or any other kind. Despite mocking and laughter from my husband I am determined to get everything organized and ready before the start of the new year. I know this seems like a long time. . . . but let's face it, I'm the queen of procrastinators and even giving myself 4 1/2 months is pushing it.
Here are some resources I am looking to for help:
- 72 hour kits
- Emergency Binder
- These ladies are prepared
- Crank Radio/Flashlight
Saturday, August 11, 2012
I'm still here. As you can see in the above photo. . . . I've been busy for the last year. Meet Sequoia. He's big and strong just like the name we've chosen. So far he's weathered a long labor and birth, a battle with RSV and a 16 day PICU stay, and the often overbearing love of his two older siblings. He's calm. He's steady. He's my Sequoia.
This is a snapshot of our life right now. Finding the joy a midst 6 year old curiosity, 3 year old emotions, and the needs of a newborn. That smile is real. I love my job. I love the days that I can see views from the summit and ones that I'm covered in muck (sometimes literally) from being in the trenches. My life is rich with love.