My heart, prayers and thoughts are with the people that were hit hardest by and are still recovering from Hurricane Sandy this past week. For those of you who have not seen the photos of devastation, it is bad, and it will take a long time to recover. My family and I are part of the more fortunate percentage that were spared complete ruination – we only suffered a power outage and chilly nights for 6 days.
As inconvenient as it was and in typical fashion, especially after long cold days, people were getting touchy, impatient, and unfortunately, greedy too. From the gas lines to the coffee lines, fist fights were breaking out especially for those taking a lion’s share of the prize. Robberies were up in numbers in neighbourhoods usually known as safe and sadly looting was rampant and still is! We woke up just by chance early Sunday morning to actual see a car slowly approaching the Cul-De-Sac we live on, circled, drove off, then….came back! Clearly casing the joint to see if anyone was home! Chills went up my spine.
I lost my phone in the midst of the chaos as the lights went off on Monday night, the wind was howling like a freight train. Things started dropping onto the roof, it was hard to decipher what they were and where these things were coming from! The wind got stronger as the day progressed, whistling first, building up to an aggressive howl, and finally charging through like the most powerful locomotive engine in the world: the electric locomotive, 10,600 HP (7850 KW) used by the Swiss Federal Railways (a fact I am sure you appreciate me looking up!) It was so loud, I took my phone outside to have my twin sister listen as proof I wasn’t crazy!
When the storm passed, morning came, sun shining bright, Sandy’s lethal wrath was clearly obvious – in our neighbourhood, downed trees everywhere! Branches and live wires scattered all over lawns and streets. It was a mess! And to boot, they cancelled Halloween! I can’t imagine who had to make that call???? Poor Sod!
As the week played out, our stack of laundry became uncontrollable, the garbage bags were piling up, and the kids were absolutely disgusted with each other. With no capability of preparing hot food, we were prisoners of any ‘Open’ culinary estabslihments throughout Fairfield, CT. Thank God McDonald’s got hit harder than American Joe’s – I think I would thrown myself over a cliff if it was Chicken McNuggets for 6 days!
And to boot I made more promises and probably broke every rule in the Parental Disciplinary Playbook just to get my kids to be quiet and behave, I don’t even recognise myself anymore!
So the lights came back on Saturday night around 7:00pm, and as the frustration settled down, I started to clean up the huge mess we had created through out the week. As I was in the laundry room, my little boy, Ewan, comes in and exclaims: ‘Mommy, I don’t wanna get bigger!’ I giggled because he has this lisp and these huge beautiful blue eyes, like Messy Marvin – remember him? But Ewan’s way cuter!
Anyhow, I couldn’t understand where this was coming from, but then he said ‘I don’t wanna get bigger ‘cuz I don’t wanna eat my vegetables!’ I said that to him a week, before, because he is in this phase right now of pasta with butter, dry ham sandwiches, and white (not orange) sharp cheddar Cracker Barrel cheese cut into triangles and squares topped all off with gallons and gallons of Apple Juice!
So, my tiny little family is safe, sound and warm from the that terrible Superstorm – Hurricane Sandy – that blew through last week and I pray for health and safety every day! I thank my lucky stars that we are all here and healthy too!
But as I turned to get the next pile of laundry into the machine, I turn back to find Ewan emptying his box of apple juice into the soapy water. He smiles at me, crusty dirty nose, those big baby blues, and said ‘I love you Mommy!’
‘I love you too, baby boy!’