I'm lucky to have my family around me and my home intact. Bri and I were watching a show today about a security guy at the World Trade Center who got nearly 2700 of his colleagues out safely, because he anticipated the disaster and kept his head. I joke a lot about Brian being an air-head and a drama queen, but the fact is, when it comes to something important, he has his shit together.

If Bri still blogged, I bet he'd have some hilarious stories about his 72 hours on the road and bunking with friends during the fires of 2007. Chad's asthma has always been more stress-induced than anything, and after a day or so, I guess Bri figured he would have been better at home.

I spend a lot of time trying to think things out and plan ahead, especially now with three kids. But evacuation of my own home is not something I think about. And leading scared adults out of a burning building is hard enough... keeping kids relaxed and thinking you're on a vacation when they can see the smoke all around is like living a TV movie.

I'm a lucky guy. And I'm enjoying a couple days off, with nothing to do but yardwork and diapers!