Tornado strikes fast. 🌪️Weather radios save lives

We woke up to rumbles of thunder, and heavy rain.
It rained until probably noon.

Heron had to work today, we couldn't find his keys anywhere.
Untreated ADHD really sucks big time.
I hope he wasn't late-they finally popped up in a clothes' basket.

Cowboy ate breakfast, then went out and napped in the car until 2 pm. 
He said every time he dozed off in his recliner, Drei would smack him on the head—hard enough to jolt him awake.

These littles are not used to working adults, plain truth.
They are also not used to night shift workers who need a heck of a lot of sleep.
They can't understand why Pappaw naps all the time.

Badger and I took a short walk down to the Presbyterian, we didn't stay, just walked around the parking lot and came home.

Raven and crew took off somewhere at 2:30 pm, got back at 5 pm.

Badger took to her room, and I took to mine.
I had a movie and a book I wasn't ready to give up on.

I have no clue what Cowboy got into, other than chopping down his angel trumpet.
He does that every spring, and by the end of the summer it comes back bigger and smellier than ever.

Once they came back, the littles played outside for a while.
It’s good to get them out of the house, burn off some energy. 
But once they hit the yard, it’s like a horde of Vikings invading England—crush, kill, and destroy.

Raven was outside, but to be honest, he was playing with his swords, and not paying them any attention.
I heard a loud whump! Against my window, stuck my head out the door, and Eins had shot an arrow at my window-you know, one of those with the suction cup.
You wouldn't think that would be bad, but my windows are ancient, and break easily.

I went through the camera, and they were all over the yard, unsupervised.
It would only take a minute for one to get in the road, and one of my speedy neighbors to run them down.
Not to mention, with Raven in the backyard, Cowboy under the carport in the side yard, Badger and I inside-no one knows what they're doing.

They had rocks, and sticks, and we do not want them breaking a neighbor's window.

Heron has a bunch of flooring and such he’s planning to use if and when he gets his little mini house. 
He also has a mirror propped under my bedroom window. 
There’s nowhere else to store it but my side yard.

Cowboy said Eins just kept begging him—begging—to let him break that mirror.

He wasn't curious about the mirror. 
It was more like he was hell-bound and determined to break that mirror. 
But it seemed like a part of him knew it was wrong, so he asked Pappaw if he could do it. 
He didn’t just want to smash it—he wanted permission. 
Wanted someone to say, “Yes, go ahead, destroy it.”

Why in the world does that child think it’s acceptable to break something that doesn’t belong to him?!

Cowboy said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. 
Just kept pestering him, over and over, until Cowboy finally told him to get off of it.

Then he wanted to play with the saw. I can’t even remember what the other thing was —definitely a tool, something a child shouldn’t be anywhere near.

Later, when I was going through the camera footage, I saw him pick up a shovel. The shovel was as big as he was.

And I’m not exaggerating—he would have no problem hitting a sibling in the head with that shovel.

We’ve had incidents between him, Zwei, and things Cowboy’s left lying around in the yard.
 I assume Cowboy made him put it down. 
Siblings survived. 
I didn’t see him with it again.

I have told Cowboy the yard needs to be cleaned up-initially for the possible sale of side deck neighbor's house.
But seeing that the weather is warming up, and we'll always have Raven's crew, he needs to ensure anything that can be used as a weapon or to break windows is put away.

Raven and crew were back in by 6:30 pm, Cowboy didn't come in until 8 pm.
He doesn't want Badger and I to complain, or say anything bad about Raven's littles, but I don't think he can tolerate them very long.
To be honest, he does better with Zwei because Zwei is like Badger, in his own little bubble.
Eins is typical ADHD, that boy is holy cow!
Drei seems to feed off of whichever sibling he's with-if it's Zwei he's calmer, if it's Eins, he's more hyper.

Raven has started keeping the littles in his room with him most of the time, you can not corral a two-year-old, though.
Vier is all over, and into everything.

I say they're mostly in Raven's room, they are littles.
They still run in and out.

 Cowboy is able to watch his TV, and nap more during the weekend evenings than in the past.
The littles usually take over the TV.

Of course, Badger and I stay in our rooms from Friday to Sunday.
It's just better if we do.
To be honest, I have been accused of scratching Vier-and my nails are so short I can't scratch.🤷🏻‍♀️
Badger can't take the noise-I refuse to be put in a position to where I will be accused of anything.

So-8 pm, Peacock sends me a text, there was a tornado headed directly towards his house.
I was worried to death for him.
Luckily, it never materialized, and I assume it never even stormed badly there.

We have had nothing here, although the weather radio kept going off.

It's just that time of the year, although, really, now we don't get a break from tornadoes like we did when I was growing up.

I'm glad that Peacock, Badger and Heron takes the warnings seriously, I have never been able to make Cowboy take them seriously, and Raven thinks it's all a joke.
As I told Badger, if we ever have a tornado, she and I will head to the bathroom, and everyone else is on their own.

Of course, we had a tornado go over in '73, when I was 3 years old.
I do not remember it, but I think maybe deep down, maybe the fear still lingers.
It hit in the middle of the night, so Grandpa yanked us all out of bed, and buddy, I doubt if he was any too gentle doing it.
Then we all huddled in the hallway, by all I mean there were six of us in that hall.
Grandpa grew up in Illinois, apparently they are no strangers to tornadoes.

Let's get off of here, I'm on the tablet, so this will have to be cleaned up later.