As super-storm Sandy continues her collision course with our area, with storm surges predicted to travel straight down into the river a few blocks from my house, I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to whether the storm inside.
The generator is ready to go, sump pump tested, water jugs are frozen, bathtub is full, flashlights on the counter, fridge filled with milk, and most importantly, a new book uploaded on my fully-powered kindle. Now who is going to save me, my husband and our property from our children?
I heard a lovely little report on NPR this morning about how to keep children occupied during the storm. She told me to make tents. I do plan to make tents, to hide from my children in.
You know what really burns me? Having to keep hearing about using the storm as a time for quality family bonding. I get literally all the bonding I can handle. Typically, tomorrow morning, my babysitter would arrive, and I would skip off to work after three full days of family “bonding.” Tomorrow, that’s not going to happen, and that, my friends, is a state of emergency.