We're under a flash flood watch because of all the heavy rains. It dumped non-stop last night and all morning. Roads are flooded and people are unable to drive around the island. Luckily, we still have power here at the house... also lucky (for me!) is that Scott's office doesn't have power, and it's flooded. Okay, clearly that's not lucky for his company. But when he got the call this morning that said don't come to work, my little brain immediately went into a spin about all the stuff I could get done today while my husband is here to help watch Moana...
So 3 loads of laundry later, the floors are cleaned, the kitchen is clean, the grocery shopping is done (now we have food to last the 40 days/nights in case it's really an epic flood), and my cat went to the vet. Yes, poor Ally Cat. I think she may have diabetes? She's been drinking an excessive amount of water and filling the litter box with massive clumps of urine. She's currently locked in the bathroom with a 'urine collection kit' in her litter box. I hope I don't have to end up giving her a daily shot of insulin or anything. Blood work comes back in a few days so we'll see. And by the way, they totally get you at the vet... touting the benefits of all the information you'll find out from this comprehensive blood test... without telling you that the test is $191 until it's already drawn. From her jugular nonetheless... who knew that a cat would let you stick a needle in her neck?
Anyway, other good news about having this day as an unexpected two-parent holiday is that my new bike trainer has been assembled by my husband! YEA! Now I can put Moana to sleep with the lull of my bike wheels spinning in the living room. And the Christmas tree has been brought in and put up. We'll go about hanging the decorations tonight so I'll post pictures soon. :)
The only negative thing about having Scott home today is that Moana has been a total doll baby all day. Not that I would normally say that her being a doll is a bad thing, but you see, since my husband has come home to a wife in tears two days in a row now, there was a part of me who really wanted him to see Miss Cranky Pants in action. But since today she has decided to sleep all day, now he must think that he just has a crazy wife who is completely incompetent in the mothering department.
One of these days he'll get his.
To end on a positive note, I get to go for a run this afternoon without the baby jogger! All day I've been feeling sorry for myself... like I can't run because of all the wind and rain... then I started thinking about Angela and how she runs at o'dark-thirty when it's 15 degrees and her milk ducts are freezing while she's slipping on black ice. She's got big goals this year and she'll probably achieve them because she is willing to gut through workouts like that. Surely I can get a little wet on my run today? It's not like I'll have to wear gloves or anything.
**UPDATE** Ran 8.6 miles. And I didn't melt.