The floodwaters are receding in our area and we’re still alive. Aside from some minor outside damage and a door that battled more water than it was meant to we’re in really good shape compared to other people in our area (here’s a good link if you need help or want to give help) so we’re considering ourselves extremely lucky.
Of course, since most of the damage happened outside that also means a lot of animal displacement (which might explain the mountain lion on my street a few days ago) so we’ve been spending a lot of time sweeping doodle-bugs and the occasional frog outside, but this morning things got a little more intense when Victor and I were driving home after dropping Hailey at school and I saw something in the road. Something that looked like a bunch of displaced ducklings that needed me to take them home with me so they could live in my bathtub.
I jumped out of the car to make sure they weren’t going to get run over and that’s when I remembered that I was still wearing my pajamas and no shoes and I was chasing ducklings down an active roadway while trying to convince them that I’d be their new mommy.
Then they ran away and I kept chasing them while Victor used the truck to block people from running over his stupid wife and some ducklings and that’s when I looked into the intersection and saw a distraught-looking mom with a shit-ton of other ducklings.
So I gave up on the bathtub companions and instead wrangled the stray babies toward the rest of the group. Then I saw that a car was coming quick down the other lane that all the ducklings were running into so I stood in the middle of that road to direct traffic in my bare feet and pajamas as a dozen baby ducks moseyed lazily toward the lake.
So what I’m saying is that this morning I saved a dozen tiny lives before I’d even taken off my pajamas. And that’s why I’m getting back into bed. Because I deserve it. And I’m already dressed for it.
I AM NAILING THIS DAY.