For the remainder of our "evacuation vacation," we reassembled a life that looked similar enough to normal that we were mostly able to fool our children and ourselves into just having fun. My son enjoyed his half-day preschool, and we went to the grocery store in the afternoons. On weekends, we participated in Nature Center activities and impromptu family reunions. My husband did most all the dealings with insurance and FEMA people, and because I'm still nursing our youngest, he went back to our half-destroyed house without me.
Avoidance, and an occassional glass of wine, kept me calm and confident that everything would turn out ok.
On Friday, October 3, we learned that we were being called back to work the following Monday. We still had no home, no childcare, and no reasonable place to impose ourselves for an extended stay. My office building was uninhabitalbe, so my supervisor asked me to work remotely. My husband would be required to show his face and sit in his chair. Our vacation had officially ended.
On Friday, October 3, we learned that we were being called back to work the following Monday. We still had no home, no childcare, and no reasonable place to impose ourselves for an extended stay. My office building was uninhabitalbe, so my supervisor asked me to work remotely. My husband would be required to show his face and sit in his chair. Our vacation had officially ended.
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