Well, last night was tense and mostly sleepless until first light for me, but we're fine. My county wasn't under quite as severe warnings as so many other places, and Irene pulled out toward the Atlantic. I could hear the wind whipping around the house, the rain pounding (it made me have to go to the bathroom like every hour), my heart pounding....
The big shade tree I had worried about it fine. The butterfly bushes are a little droopy but intact. I haven't walked around and looked at the outside of the house yet but nothing seems damaged.
However, there was about 9 inches of water in the basement. I was lucky and got to sleep in, but when I got out of bed we thought to check the basement and sure enough, water. I'd had this gut feeling that there would be water in the basement by the end of this, I even went down there a couple of times to check how things were arranged. Mostly plastic bins, some shelves keep a few things up off the floor. I had wrestled with the idea of carrying things up to the living room but decided I would let the plastic bins do their jobs and only truly worry when the power went out.
We actually never lost power throughout the night! The sump pump simply couldn't keep up with the amount of water coming down during the height of the storm. So I never officially freaked out because we had power every minute.
We'd filled the tub in the upstairs hall bathroom with water in case the power went out. I heard my nearly 3 year-old son so upstairs, and after a minute I followed him. He opened the bathroom door and was giving his baby, Mr. Penguin, a bath in the tub! He looked at me like "see mom?" It was pretty stinkin' adorable, I have to say.
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