It's raining men... not.

I can't imagine being in a situation where I'm stuck on my rooftop, & praying for my salvation.

It's been raining like crazy for weeks now, and blimey, this rain ain't no joke. I'm blessed to be situated in an area where a few hours' worth of rainfall isn't enough to flood my entire house. This weather has been such a hassle though: internet connection has been flukey, and going to work has been terrible; mind you, it's not easy waking up when you only have 2 hours of sleep, and bed weather to boot. I'm also fortunate enough to be able to hitch a ride with my brother-in-law to work, so I wouldn't have to ride a cab and brave the storm like everyone else. I remember going to work once before, commuting hardcore, and arriving at UPA looking like a homeless person. I was wet from head to toe, and had to dry myself in the rest room (thank God for hand dryers).

I'm happy to have understandable managers to approve my work from home needs... life has really changed since Laela was born. It's much more difficult, yet, it's a lot happier. My focus from myself and my work has shifted vastly towards my family, and thinking about myself has become secondary. It's all about my husband and daughter now, and even my workaholism has changed because of that.

So right now, I am mustering the energy to work properly, despite this bed weather. I really pray that the weather cooperates soon. Class suspension does help with the heavy traffic, but blimey, traveling in this weather is quite dangerous, whether or not you have your own car.

Praying for everyone to be safe, especially those in low-lying areas. I'm relieved to be at home, safe with my family, but concerned for those who still had to report to work and are now stranded, wondering how in the world they can go home in this condition.

Sky, please stop crying now...