I was unaware that the Cottrell-Thompson’s would emerge from this storm relatively unscathed.
No trees hit any of our belongings.
No loss of power.
Only minor basement flooding.
And mental trauma.
The news showed this hurricane going right over our undisclosed location somewhere in Southern New Jersey.
I would be trapped for days with three children.
My mother-in-law’s name is Sandy. Naturally, I was terrified.
This is what I’ve learned:
Prepare as much as possible. ShopRite was out of water. I was only concerned if Joe Canal’s Discount Liquor Store had gin. I should have been concerned about the reflection in the microwave which showed my pants-free before posting this to Facebook.
Try not to loose your head, or your pants, unless you’re me…or my daughter.
Perhaps inspired by my mishap, my 12-year-old daughter Mali declared her days off from school as No Pants Days. This innovator was conserving. These days may also have been wear the same underwear days.
Use your incarceration time exploring a new area an of interest. I dove into the culinary world and cooked. For lunch, I made my famous cheese sandwiches.
Lonna’s Gourmet Non-vegan Cheese Sandwiches
2 pieces of bread
1. Throw together.
Simon spent his few days off from preschool practicing his spelling.
Simon: “Mommy, how do you spell mommy?”
Simon: “How do you spell mom?”
Simon: “How do you spell dead?”
Simon: “How do you spell dead.”
Remember that you love your family despite their thinly veiled death threats.
Give to those less fortunate. Time or cash.