The news was all worked up over this storm brewing out in the ocean. Hurricane Irene was her name. Before Jack came along I kind of welcomed hurricanes. They were exciting, I used to get hurricane days from school and work, and I guess they just never seemed that intimidating to me. Now, with a child to care for, a home of our own, and my ever growing anxiety, they seem to have a different impression on me.
Anyways, Ms. Irene turned out to be just a few scattered rainstorms with a little wind gust strong enough to maybe mess up my hair. That was it. I've got to be thankful because we weren't prepared at all, minus having a couple of batteries and candles.