Dear Tropical Storm Fay,

Summer is over.

Summer is so, so over.

I am done with summer and I am done with Stay-at-home-momdom and yet you prolong the torture with your appearance.

I am very tolerant of tropical storms normally. One could even say I am fond of them; everyone gets the day off, they aren't as scary as hurricanes, and everyone ends up grilling their freezer contents since the power is out, and getting drunk since they know they aren't driving anywhere.

However, your timing really sucks. These kids are making me crazy, today is the longest day ever and I only have tomorrow to look forward to. Tomorrow in a claustrophobic, hurricane-shuttered house with two whiny kids and the possibility of no power or God forbid, no internet.

I have had nothing to do, nothing at all urgent YET this year and on the week I leave SAHMdom for a kick ass job, and my kids leave this house to be handled by professionals, here comes you.

So, make it quick, make it easy, no power outages, no flooding, school starts on Wednesday and not a second later.

Not one second.

Seriously,
Ashley