I'm "treed" in today -- the ice storm that hit New England downed trees and powerlines in our small town, making roads impassable. Thankfully, we still have power -- the lines to our house are underground -- but just 10 miles away there are 300,000 or so people in the dark.
My husband went outside with his chain saw and bonded with the neighbors, who had brought theirs, and together they cleared the trees that were blocking our street. So rugged! It's like we live in the Yukon! Or what I imagine the Yukon to be... granted, my perspective is based entirely on The Yeti episode of The Backyardigans.
My husband and I both have to work today, but daycare is closed, and so we're taking turns.
He's downstairs with the kids. I sat at my desk, and they came running over to me, so I had to fake them out and pretend to pack up my bag and go to the car before ducking up the stairs and hiding in my oldest daughter's room to work.
The kids didn't even question why I was walking to the car in my pajamas, though our 4-year-old was skeptical that I was really going to work. "You only go to work after taking us to school," she pointed out. "How can you go to work straight from home?"