We made it....

Yesterday was interesting. In So Cal we had two earthquakes at around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I of course didn't feel them because I was driving to the bank and grocery store. But just as I walked through the door, Kev calls me and says, " DID YOU FEEL IT???" annnd here we go. An entire afternoon of worrying that not only will there be another earthquake, but it will happen while I'M home alone. And because of their trip to Pechanga the next day, Kev was going to be spending the night at his mom's house. Which of course translates into apocalyptic mayhem and I am most certainly in eminent danger. 

The boy tried to reassure me by suggesting that since the earthquake was a decent size---that meant more pressure was released---and the likely hood of "the big one" happening was significantly low. Insert one brow raised, disbelieving face here. The ridiculous thing is that I'm a So Cal native. Earthquakes are not foreign to me, not even scary most of the time. In fact they're down right mythical...until you're suddenly in the middle of one and the dog is barking, shit is falling and car alarms everywhere are going off. lol But the thought of being alone at home, with the baby (dog) to protect while California slowly shakes itself into the ocean---is disconcerting to say the least. 

Nevertheless, at 8:45pm, I reluctantly kissed the boy goodbye and watched him drive away.  My preplanned evening of brownie making and a Mad Men marathon was slowly starting to look pointless. After all, I had an earthquake kit to prepare, shoes to put at the foot of the bed and flashlight stations to man all throughout the apartment. Luckily I had my trusty partner to help me complete these tasks. Fiona followed me in and out of every room, watching each motion. I looked down at her solid little gaze and I could see the wheels in her head turning. "Ok dad is gone, big bag by the front door, mom has flashlights? WHAT is happening exactly?"

But there were no more quakes, no aftershocks, no burglars, rapists or chupacabras of any kind. I spoke to both my parents on the phone and Kevin called just before bed for a little iPhone facetime. I didn't leave the lights on, there was no clock radio noise to keep me company and when my head finally hit the pillow I decided to just nut up and relax. After all, our building was built in 1955 and its still standing. And as long as I have my twelve inch, Himalayan Salt Lamp night light... I'm in the clear.