Ann's House: 1st child wakes up. Is bribed with coffee to stay quiet and not wake others. 30 minutes later they are all up (and drinking coffee) They are delighted school is cancelled ...me? hmmm...
Hooper's House: All kids up and ready for school. School cancelled, Hooper climbs back in bed and hides. They find her.
Ann's house: Serving lunch. Maybe they will get confused and since the sky is dark we can eat dinner at 4 and ALL go to bed at 5.
Hooper's House: Grocery store with all kids in rain. Water, spam (just kidding), junk food, junk food and more junk food. (and gallons of wine).
Ann's House: Jeff comes home from "work". Wants to know why Jackson is skateboarding through the house and Addie is on her big wheel inside. I act shocked and tell the kids to put the toys back in the garage... (didn't tell Jeff they had been riding for an hour...)
Hooper's House: Read can't come home from "work" because he's "working" in his office and cannot, under any circumstances or natural disaster, be disturbed. That's code for: kids are climbing walls, and I'm not dealing.
Ann's House: The whole fam damily went to the beach to see waves. Crying...sideways rain... forced photo shoot... more crying... went home...
Hooper's House: I am good mom and take everyone to see Spy Kids (PG movie, which seems practically R). Character gives birth to a baby. Great, a whole new can of worms. I avoided questions with: Who wants candy? Spent $27.50 on $3 worth of candy.
Ann's House: Jeff does P90X in the living room... annoying... I eat a cookie
Hooper's House: I take kids to beach to see waves. Hutson blows away.
Ann's House: I feed the family. All blankets and pillows find their way into the living room. We cozy up for a family movie night: Soul Surfer. The first peaceful moment of the day takes place. Eye of the storm?
Hooper's House: Surely, we can put them to bed. This has been the longest day in history and the hurricane hasn't even officially started. Heat up a pizza, send twin to room for time-out (forget why). He slams door and a large picture falls off of wall in stairwell and propels 7,437,801 pieces of glass all the way down the stairs and throughout living room. Decide I should just make kids stay upstairs so not to step on glass and leave glass for much longer than I should. Looks like hurricane hit the inside of our house.
Looks like we braved the storm in Wilmington. We are hoping and praying the rest of the East coast fairs as well. Be safe.
Bye, bye Birdie,
Bye, bye Birdie,