Hurricane Irene is supposed to pummel the New York coast this weekend. I'm not typically the type of person who gets really worked up about stuff, but I have been glued to weather.com for the last 12 hours.
Here is how we started our day:
Me (still in bed): Mark, you are going to think I'm crazy, but we need to talk about something.
Mark (getting ready to leave for work): Okay, what's up?
Me: We need to come up with an evacuation plan if the hurricane hits us. I'm looking at the NYC hurricane evacuation map and our neighborhood is in Zone A -- the highest risk zone.
Mark: You're right. I do think you're crazy.
Lyla (lying next to me in bed): Daddy, you makin' mommy iced coffee?
(I love that girl)
Mark is clearly not as concerned, but I went ahead and made a little "emergency kit" just in case we are evacuated. We have a new flashlight, lots of batteries, a case of water, lots of pirate's booty and a brand new bag of m&ms. We should be set.
And since we will likely be homebound all weekend, I picked up "how to potty train in three days or less." That might be the biggest disaster of all.
P.S. After I wrote this but before it posted, Mark called to say that we may need an evacuation plan after all.
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