We have apps in CA that give us warnings of earthquakes. Early this morning we had a 6.4 earthquake and the phone alerted me, rather loudly I might add, about said earthquake and to brace myself. So I jumped out of bed and ran into the little one's room only to be reminded that she's already travelling for the holidays with mom. Relieved that she wasn't going to have to be there for the impending big one, I braced myself for the shaking. And I waited. And waited. There was no shaking.
Turns out that the earthquake was many miles away from SF (near Humboldt, for those in the know) and I was awoken really for nothing and set into panic, I suppose just for practice. So as the adrenaline wore off and I was laying in bed going over what just happened, I realized that I put all of my concern into my toddler's well being, not even noticing that (1) my wife was not in bed next to me and (2) that I really put very little thought into her well being. She's a grown adult so I'm sure she would have been fine (right?) and that my first priority should be with the weakest of the bunch and that's the four year old.