Just ask The Wendy. She hid in the pantry for hours.
We were ok, but worried about the Daddy who was driving home in what momma called "the mess". [For OCD momma, a mess is anything NOT agreeable to.]
My take on "riding out" any "mess" is to find a comfy spot and sleep until it's over. I did that. The chosen spot was next to momma. JD was pretty much on patrol. He decided to check out the storm from his observation deck, and he kept a sharp ear out for daddy's car.
Well, as soon as he heard that car [we think it was a block or so away] JD came over and woke me up and riled up the momma and the Wendy. Apparently JD felt that the daddy deserved a hero's welcome for... driving in the mess...for coming home...for...being daddy? We really don't know what the thinking was, but we were not given a choice. That boy insisted.
Sometimes I think, the males in this house have some secret code or something.
As I was all fresh from my nap, I had lots of energy to blitz and who can pass up an opportunity to blitz?
I must remember to give momma the same kind of hero's welcome the next time she is gone for any amount of time. I must because last night she commented that she gets treated like staff, not like a hero. And I need to score some serious points with her. This girl is no dummy.