The simmering anxiety I felt in the days leading up to Irma, as we prepared as best we could, was an unfamiliar thing to me. I’m not typically an nervous person, nor do I dwell too much on worst case scenarios. So the whole drawn-out, exhausting process of hurricane prep kinda got to me.
It’s a strange thing, living in Florida. We get these hurricanes, right? These massive, life-destroying forces that like to swing through juuuuust when we are getting ready to say goodbye to summer and gratefully welcome the cooler temperatures and calmer weather patterns of fall.
It’s no secret that being productive at home, while you also have three kids age four and under at home is, well, hard. Did you ever try to run really fast in dry sand, but your feet keep sinking down so therefore you can’t actually move forward very fast at all?
Babies are like bad rental tenants. They move into a pristine place, then proceed to tear down the wallpaper, scratch the hardwood, dent the baseboards and then on the way out be all, “What? What did I do so wrong?!”
This weekend we did what any sane parents who need a little relaxation but who also know that packing up three kids and two adults for longer than a couple days is straight bonkers would do–a staycation.