Where fore art thou, IKE? The Big Wait...

The children are driving us batty!  

They are glowing with the anticipation and excitement of the storm, are wrecking havoc on the house and can't even determine for themselves if they are hungry or ill at this point.  It has been a maddening day, to say the least.

Chris has spent the duration of the day alternately working, backing up files, locating the "spanky spoon," using the "spanky spoon" and regaining his composure.   

Bruno and Ivan are weathering the wait like champs, assuming the ever-popular lazy dog pose of "playing possum" (that's a fake slumber for those non-southerners).

The girls are currently playing well with each other and so far neither has drawn blood.  It is, however, only 2:20 p.m. and that status could change on a dime.  

I am taking a break from getting the house "ready" for the storm.  I know cleaning toilets is not part of that preparedness plan, but they were gross and needed attention.  That goes for the dishes, laundry and making cookies, as well.  They are not on the Red Cross list of how to prepare (which Chris actually worked on this year before hurricane season, ironically, so we actually do know what is on the list), but it is nice to have at least a weeks' worth of clothing, dishes and cookies on hand just in case we loose power for any length of time.

Since I have no one to take a photo of me, let me give a little clue as to how stylish I am during the wait and what amazing appeal I have to the opposite sex: 

While working on the guest bathroom earlier, Chris is standing in the doorway watching me for a minute and says, "You look like you could be a professional."  I think he meant it as a compliment, like I am doing a refulgent job of cleaning or something and (punch on the arm) keep it up, camper...  So I just look at him, me with my do-rag on my head, a big ol' Chris cast-off t-shirt on and a pair of shorts that were ruined in the wash many years ago and remain the color of baby poo, and say, "That's not really a compliment, if you think about it."  So he did... think about it, that is, and decided that I was actually right - definitely not a compliment to be compared to a "professional" cleaner.  

 

Nice.