To say that the first part of this past week was better than the last is a serious understatement. For those of you who don’t know, my family and I live in the NY metro area. That means the first half of our week was gum drops and lollipops while the second half was preparing, waiting for, and sitting through Hurricane Sandy…
There were quiet moments like big sister reading to little sister on Saturday morning. And loud ones like when my family came over to celebrate my mom’s birthday and kids were running and laughing up and down the hall (and breaking new gifts and immediately crying before more running and laughing up and down the hall).
There was a seriously quiet, relaxing and much needed Saturday night that included nothing but peppermint tea and Bossypants (which I finally finished and highly recommend).
We spent Monday inside, waiting. It struck me more than once that my storm preparation musts were incredibly similar to getting ready to have a baby. There is some natural instinct that goes off inside that makes me manic about cleaning and doing laundry and baking. It’s odd. It’s even odder that I’m not the only one who found myself in this kind of frenzy. Nesting madness, I tell you.
When we woke up on Tuesday (after very little sleep) we were incredibly lucky to still have power and have very little damage.
The girls were a little restless from being cooped up (and so was I). We did some nail painting (that’s Samantha’s vampire manicure) and then had a play date with our buddies.
We were very lucky to make it through the storm with nothing more than a big old tree uprooted in our front yard (thankfully it just missed the house), but there are a lot of others who were not nearly as lucky. If you want to do something to help, consider donating to the American Red Cross or (if you live in the NY metro area) signing up to volunteer with New York Cares.