I woke up to a newscast about how Hoboken, NJ is completely underwater. I have friends trapped there—Halloween? Who cares. Well, my 5-year-old kiddo, that’s who. He demanded to put his Spiderman costume on at 7 AM. I let him. Then I told him the news. [See photo. Yeah.]
He doesn’t understand Hurricane Sandy. He thinks the trees that fell down are just “spooky” because it’s Halloween. He thought the power outage was cool, because Uncle Bri played laser tag with him, with flashlights. To a kid, this is nothing. To me—I’m really starting to freak. We have power. We are not flooded. But, JD’s school has been closed since Monday. The magazine where I freelance has been closed since Monday. Freelance means, I don’t get paid, unless I show up to work. I am out a week’s paycheck. Not OK, but no one’s fault.
My best friends (Lily’s parents) lost both of their cars when a tree fell on them. My other friends attempted to reboot their home, but their generator blew. I did my best to help them today, bringing food, cleaning and entertaining the kids. I feel helpless and sad for them. There are trees down. Roads closed. Gas stations are closed for business because there is … no gas. Food store shelves are bare. (We have tons of stuff, but still.)
I can’t show my kid my fear. I have to be a mom—the one and only parent. I made the best of today. Here’s what we did, venturing out for the first time since Sandy hit—what a disaster. Read my blog: The Jersey Shore Is Just A Memory Now. + Adorable pics of JD in his Halloween costumes age 2-months-old to 5!
My sincere prayers to all harmed and changed by the storm. I have many friends in trouble. I ache for them.
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