Super Tuesday

As if Jenny taking the day off before wasn't bad enough, she apparently thinks she gets to take more than just one day off in any given year. Sigh.
So Monday, Patric went on duty. Tuesday, I went on duty. More on dad's day a little later, which was pretty much void of pictures. Tuesday morning started with mom running out at 6:30 to vote and coming back to grab the baton from dad who ran to vote and went off to work.
So we did a little maintenance. Nicholas' haircut went horribly since he CANNOT SIT STILL. I have now decided I must also turn him over to Audra for real haircuts.
Why aren't my children wearing pants? Because they would not let me put on their pants after the flood-the-bathroom and dunk each other bath we took to give daddy a break from bath time that evening.
I also had to give up my pants after the bath I received as well. You know it's bad when you just dunk your whole arm in the tub to pull the plug at the end and don't even bother rolling up your sleeve because it just doesn't matter. Then I don't know, it took the remainder of the day to clip 80 fingers and toes, watch some people not eat their food, listen to some people not take a nap and welcome daddy home early because they've closed everything up in town due to bad weather headed our way.
We rounded the day out in our newly designated storm shelter. No, our bedroom is not in the basement. It's not in the basement because we don't have a basement. The most interior room in the house is the kitchen pantry...hmmm. The old stand-by was the half-bath, which would hold 4 Stubers, but there is no way it will hold 6 Stubers. So we nestled in, between the interior wall of our room and our bed and wrangled children through the storm sirens.
Riddle of the Day:
You have managed to wrangle the maniacs through storm siren number one. Everyone is wound up and crazy tired from not taking naps and you finally, finally get everyone to bed. You sit down on the couch to say good night to your husband a bit later. As you say good-night at 9:30, the second round of storm sirens starts going off. Babies are all asleep upstairs. New storm shelter is downstairs in a 2X6 foot area. What do you do?One of the wonderful things about living in the South?
Last night as we watched the reports on storm siren number 2, the weather man stopped and said a prayer for eased storms and comfort for those who had been hurt.
Amen.