Last night, as the windy rainstorm, named Irene, came ashore in VA, Brenna was wounded. She just couldn't go on. It was terrible, there were tears, sobs, snot, lots of band-aids...for a paper cut that could not be seen by the naked eye.
Last night, as the windy rainstorm, named Irene, came ashore in VA, devastation struck the Bania House. It took us hours to reclaim the carpet from the bags and bags of...potato chips, the toys, Couch Forts, wrappers of assorted variety, band aid wrappers from above mentioned paper cut.
Last night, as the windy rainstorm, named Irene, came ashore in VA, we centralized our First Aide equipment in the kitchen to make a make-shift First Aide Kit. We stuffed it full of Band-Aids, Gauze, Eye Rinse, Tweezers, Wraps, Super Glue, Wound Closures, Tampons and Tape. Jaxom and Brenna asked why the Tampons and I replied, "I hear that they are great for nose bleeds, but I intend on using them for my ears when the power goes out."
Last night, as the windy rainstorm, named Irene, came ashore in VA, we gathered up all the candles in the house and found a lighter. It's a good thing to, because that way the power never went out.
Where is the social experiment in all of that? Compare that to today...
Brenna fell off of her bike as she crashed into Dre, she scraped her knee, sliced her ankle above her shoe, and ripped open her calf. Now I only know that this happened, since there was no tears, no one came running for Band-Aids, but because I asked why her shorts were muddied. She replied all nonchalantly the story of the bike crash. Jaxom replied with a she didn't even cry.
The Neighborhood kids left their ice creams wrappers to float in the wind, and my kids were chasing them down to put them in the trash. They helped clean up all the outside toys that the kids outside were playing with when they were called in.
So the moral to this Blogory...for the next "natural disaster", I am going to invite the neighborhood kids over so that I can relax.
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