I was awakened this morning to the sound of our phone ringing.
At 5:00 AM.
It was a recording of the kids’ principal calling to let us know that there would be no school today.
Great, another snow day. Woot.
So, I turned off the alarm and went back to bed. To be awakened two hours later by several inquiring minds, wondering why I hadn’t woken them up.
Why do kids happily jump out of bed at 7AM when there is no school? But on school days…
Forgive me, I digress.
I managed to keep the kiddos at bay for one more hour, so I could squeeze in some quiet time and one very large cup of coffee before starting breakfast for the crew.
Then the power went out.
After about an hour of watching the kids open the refrigerator to try to figure out why the light wasn’t coming on, listening to incessant requests to light every candle in the house, and knowing we only had 4 toilet flushes between me and insanity (we are on a well and no toilet flushing happens without power) I called my husband.
I needed him
to start the generator.
He came home and seriously, he’s never looked hotter than when he was cranking that generator.
I think you know what I mean, ladies.
So, now we are powered up… at least for the important things like toilets, the refrigerator and the computer.
Something about days like this make me want to clean and cook. A short bout with no water and no power makes me suddenly panic that my little nest will rapidly become a disaster area with piles of reeking laundry, unflushed toilets and nary a bite of food to eat.
And I am grateful for things like hot bubbly water. Comet. And crock pots.
It’s barely afternoon and my floors smell like Fabuloso and my crock pot is bubbling with Pioneer Woman’s Spicy Dr. Pepper Shredded Pork.
The bathrooms can wait. Evidently, I’m not that grateful.