Every other weekend a hurricane devours my sanity.
Every other other weekend and weekday it’s just a constant monsoon that eats away at it slowly.
This is the hurricane weekend.
From Friday until late Sunday our small 3 bedroom home is at over full capacity.
During the monsoons the occupancy is as follows-
Myself
My younger than me wife
My 22 year old daughter
Her 1 year old daughter
Black dog
White dog
Spotted dog 1
Spotted dog 2
But…
This is hurricane weekend…..
The occupancy is as follows-
Myself
My younger than me wife
My 22 year old daughter
Her 1 year old daughter
My 25 year old son
The brothers of destruction (my sons 3 boys)
>4 year old Cody the Destroyer
>2 year old B Rich
>4 year old 1/2 brother AJ the Brawler
Black dog
White dog
Spotted dog 1
Spotted dog 2
Orange dog
I have been up since 5 am. It is about 7.
I have been up with black dog and spotted dog 1 preparing for the first signs of the oncoming Sunday version of the hurricane.
The wind is starting to pick up and the first droplets of hard rain are beginning to fall.
My son just took orange dog outside to do his business and has now left to buy donuts to help ensure the hurricane lasts longer and starts earlier.
The brothers of destruction are getting sugar.
I’m taking this head on.
Sanity or no sanity its coming.
Good2begone 