When she hit... Husband was out of town for the night...(why work trips are only scheduled during weather phenoms and when kids are puking is beyond me...)
Anyway...because I am a nervous wreck sometimes, I bribed my sister to stay with us.
I was like... "We have beer."
And she was like... "Yup."
So, it didn't actually take too much work on my part...and I felt 100 fafillion times more comfortable riding out the storm with my sister/bestie by my side.
When it started getting late, and the wind really started picking up... I decided that a tree was definitley going to come crashing down on our house.
I cant help it... I get anxious!
I casually suggested we all sleep in one room, at the front of the house... far, far away from trees.
I mean really... who can say no to sleeping with a one year old and a three year old in close quarters during a Hurricane?
How great does that sound right??
Of course, leave it to Lovebug to make things interesting.
The second he laid eyes on the air mattress I set up for my sister, he saw an octagon ring a la The Ultimate Fighter...
and basically spent the rest of the night choke holding slash beating the shit out of her.
Best sister ever.