As of 1:30 pm, I'm not sure excatly why the federal government is closed and all the flights were cancelled. The rain is coming down, but the wind is not very strong, at least by me. Maybe things will pick up this afternoon and evening, but as of now, I'm not impressed.
My main thought today, as I lounge in bed watching too much HGTV, and Ian alternately nursing, napping and trying to climb over my shoulder, is how different a storm is with a newborn than with kiddos. Typhoon days in Manila are disasters for our house. Thrown off from their usual routine of either going to school or playing outside / swimming, Wm and Patch become little monsters. We try to entertain them with toys, activities, fort building, etc and usually by lunch time, every suggestion is met with a resolute "I don't want to. I'm bored. What should I do?" (can you hear the thick whining also involved?) We end the day exhausted from trying to stay cheery and bright. Even worse, sometimes the typhoons last for multiple days! Inevitably accompanied by flooding, we feel stranded, too.
By contrast, a hurricane day with a seven week old is so peaceful. I only have to get out of bed to eat, use the facilities, or change a diaper ... and even the eating could probably be done in bed if I sweet talked my mom to bringing a tray upstairs (though, actually, I don't like eating in bed because crumbs in my sheets gross me out). In dark, cold, storms one just wants to snuggle under covers, and how better to do so than with a cute potato resting on one's chest?
Though I'm bummed to miss Patch's third birthday today, at least he had fun in Manila going to the Active Fun indoor playground. Were he here with me, he and Wm would be getting on each other's nerves right about now, and my day cooped up would not be nearly so restful.
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