Hurricane Sandy stranded us indoors on Monday, with school cancelled until Wednesday. Having endured last year’s 10 day outage after our Halloween snowstorm, we have responsibly heeded the storm warnings; preparing for the worst, hoping for the best.
Like many on the Eastern seaboard, our deck furniture is in the basement and our barbecue grill is in the toy room. We are armed with batteries, flashlights, bottled water and dozens of muffins known as “The Star of Hurricane Katrina.”
Expecting power failure, the laundry is done (not folded, but clean), there’s a bit less food in our freezer and our cell phones are charged.
On TV, the governor told us to stay off the roads. The mayor called to say our houses are the safest places to be.
We are grateful to be home and safe; still, once all the preparations were finished, the day loomed large ahead.
By 11, Ryan called in a playdate. Maggie stayed until 8 pm. While they exhausted hide and seek and a spy and jail game, and giggled through endless combinations of Fun Straws, I sorted mail and papers and took care of very important internet business that couldn’t wait until after the storm (ordering contact lenses and streak-free stainless steel cleaning polish and using Catalog Choice to get my name off the massive amounts of holiday catalogues that have begun arriving).
As light wind and rains settled in this afternoon, my husband wondered if the storm inside our house was worse than the one outside. I shut down my paperwork and got ready to play. Inspired by my sister Melanie’s pics of her boys with cucumber slices for eyes, I raided my beauty supplies for a “spa day.”
We went with the pumpkin package.
We all were thrilled with the foot soak (tinted orange with small amounts of food coloring). I realized how little I pamper myself at home as I unloaded lots of unused gifts – Bliss’s mammoth minty scrub bar, an oily sea salt scrub, loofahs and nail files. Exfoliated and clean, we donned slippers and began our nail and face treatments.
Ryan loved the foot bath with all the fixings. He tolerated the nail polish (toes only, at his insistence), but drew the line at the pumpkin-yogurt-oatmeal-honey mask Well, he ate it, but he wouldn’t put it on his face.
Maggie and I were a different story.
Ahh. When life gives you Frankenstorm (again!), you’ve got to go a little Frankenspa. And if you don’t have a daughter, invite one over for a playdate.
I had just about drowned out the Sponge Bob voices from the TV when my husband said he was going to run up to the shower. The mask had to sit for 10 minutes. He couldn’t leave me in the basement with all three kids. Just as I started to beg, my little guy asked me to get him an apple. Thankfully, Scott stepped in, gave me my beauty time – and managed to take a few pictures of me.
Have you had a home spa day with your kids? You can add massages and smoothies. Surprise them with it or have them help you set up, make a spa menu and concoct masks and treatments. Next time, I’ll try some “spa” music; for today, I put TV on while our nails dried. For our mask, we used: 1 cup canned pumpkin, 1/4 cup vanilla yogurt (greek is ideal), a few squeezes of honey, crushed oatmeal and cinnamon.
Hope you are safe and dry and Sandy is out of your way.