Geez. That is a title!
So this one time, a hurricane walks into Manhattan. And the hurricane is all, “Hi! I’m Irene! Imma blow your house down!” And so Manhattan goes, “Yikes!” and starts taping up windows and filling bathtubs and buying out whole shelves of water, and then the hurricane laughs and goes, “Nahhh, I’m just messin’ with ya,” and Manhattan is all, “Shoot, I fell for it!”
Right, so, Hurricane Irene. We felt just sick watching all of the updates from North Carolina and Virginia. And though we were ready for her, by the time she got to us she was pretty bored by the whole thing, I guess.
Facing the likelihood of being trapped indoors for potentially days on end is one thing, but when you add a feisty ten month old and literally no space for stretching out in and you take out the option of going for a walk, suddenly a hurricane becomes ten times more ridiculous, am I right or am I right?
Though it certainly fizzled into not much by the time Irene hit NYC, I did have a few tricks up my sleeve for managing all that time indoors with a baby, and they are, as always, after el jumpo.
So, what would you do to stay sane in a quarantine-type situation?