We lost power yesterday at 7 AM. I didn’t think it was any big deal at first, but after what seemed like hours, I started to panic. In all actuality, it had only been maybe two minutes, but still.
I’ve been meaning all week to stop being SO LAME and get out this house that, by Friday, felt like a prison. So many days, I had plans to take the kids out and about, but it would suddenly be almost noon and we’d all still be in our PJ’s, with no shower and furry teeth. But yesterday I had GRAND plans. I was going to
get off my assbe productive and actually shower and get the kids out the door to make storytime at the library.
So when 7:02 came and I still didn’t have power, I wanted to wallow in despair. I simply couldn’t fathom yet another day at home. I started to reason with myself in my head.
And realized that I’m a moron.
“We can still go to storytime, I’ll just skip taking a shower.” No we can’t dingbat, we can’t get the car out of the garage…electric garage door opener.
“No cable?? Well I’ll just turn a movie on for Carson to watch to keep him occupied.” Hello! You need ELECTRICITY for the DVD player, too. Fool.
“I could call some friends and catch up. Oh damn, my cell phone is dead. I’ll just plug it in.” Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
“Well since we can’t go anywhere, maybe we can bake some cookies.” I must be really enjoying that lobotomy.
“I’ll check my email.” “We’ll listen to the radio.” “Let me turn on that light for you, Carson.”
Let’s just say that I’m not going Amish any time soon.
Power was thankfully restored around 10:30. We may have missed storytime, but we weren’t going to miss an opportunity to break out of our prison. I showered as quickly as womanly possible, dressed, dried my hair, got the kids in coats, loaded up on snacks and bibs and drove like a bat out of hell to Chick-Fil-A where I was greeted by other humans that I don’t reside with and ate a lunch that I did not prepare.
And all was right in the world again.