Gosh, I sure am going to miss New England. Spring here is absolutely gorgeous, you know. Why, just this morning I awoke to the sounds of birds singing… and then peeked out the window to behold this wondrous tableau. I can’t believe I’m giving up all of this just to move south where this never happens.
Of course, I’m also really going to miss losing electricity for hours at a time. And snow days. Nothing warms my heart like being without electricity and heat but having two bored children here with me.
Yep, I really must love Otto to leave all of this behind. How can sunshine and the ability to drive out of your driveway without opening the garage by hand and plowing through the snow compare to THIS JOY? Clearly, he has talents I cannot discuss here. It’s the only explanation.
So. Yeah. School was canceled, and then so was our power. Which meant we have no heat (oil burner, electric ignition!) and also limited water (electric water pump!), but most importantly, it meant we had NO TELEVISION.
Have you ever heard a water buffalo dying? That’s more or less what my son sounded like when the television winked into death during Pokemon this morning. The agony! What is the POINT of being home from school if not to watch TV all day?? The morning sort of went like this:
Monkey: Can I watch television?
Me: No. The power’s out.
Monkey: But WHYYYYYYYYYY?
Me: Because it snowed a lot, and the snow is heavy, and some lines probably got knocked down.
Monkey: Well can I play Webkinz?
Me: On the computer?
Me: Does the computer need electricity?
Monkey: But WHYYYYYYYYYY?
Me: Because I live to make you miserable.
Monkey: I’m BORED.
Me: Life is tough all over.
Monkey: Can we at LEAST watch a DVD?
Me: Are you TRYING to irritate me, or does it just come naturally?
Monkey: Oh, right.
Monkey: I’m BORED.
Me: I am going to EAT YOU if you don’t go find something to do.
Usually when we lose power, it comes back on pretty quickly. After a couple of hours I decided that desperate times call for desperate measures. I threw clothes at the children and told them to pick out some books to read, and then we piled into the car and went to Panera. Because they had electricity! And heat! And delicious WIFI!
At Panera I ordered a cappuccino and two hot chocolates. They all came in the same standard-sized mugs, which is to say, mugs approximately the size of Chickadee’s head. The kids’ cocoa was topped with about half a can of whipped cream and then drizzled with chocolate sauce. I wish I could’ve taken a picture when they saw them.
Between the cocoa and their books, the kids gave me about an hour to work before they both came down with serious cases of ants in the pants. I packed up my computer and their books and we went to Target for lunch.
(I would’ve much rather had Panera for lunch. But Panera—go figure—does not have hotdogs. And I was not in the mood to argue, and certainly not in the mood to buy expensive sandwiches that no one would eat.)
After the kids ate (I could not bring myself to eat anything offered in the Target snack bar), we walked around for a bit and bought a few things. Then I got the brilliant idea to call our home phone to see if the answering machine picked up. Answering machine = electricity! We called and it answered, and so with a sigh of relief (it had been a few hours, by now) we headed home.
Monkey ran for the television, Chickadee logged onto Webkinz, and I sat down to do some more work. Ten minutes later, the power went out again.
Monkey: Hey, who turned the TV off?? Mama, why are you screaming?
After about an hour, the power came back on again. Hallelujah!
I called the Tae Kwon Do studio to make sure that they had power and would be open. They did and they were, so we headed out to Chickadee’s class at the appointed time. Thursday is her double class day, and then we race home to get there before the babysitter, and I go to choir rehearsal.
Only, today is Maundy Thursday, so instead of choir rehearsal, we were supposed to come sing at the service. But the service started before Chickadee’s last class ended, so that meant I couldn’t get there in time.
Meanwhile, our awesome babysitter hasn’t had to sit for several weeks, because first I was away and then I had the flu… so I felt like I shouldn’t cancel again. She showed up and I left her to put the kids to bed while I wondered where to go and what to do.
In the end, I decided that if I couldn’t get to church tonight, the second-best way to observe the death of Jesus would be to go to Walmart. And lo, at the StuffMart of iniquity I didst find my scrawny son the much-sought-after leather belt, and it was very good (and very cheap). I killed as much time as I could—it ended up being easy, because I managed to get into the checkout line behind some woman with a stack of expired coupons and a large chip on her shoulder—and then came back home.
The lights keep flickering, but so far, so good. And the kids are going to school tomorrow even if I have to hook them up to a sleigh.
Please remind me of this magical day the first time I complain about tornado watches in Georgia, mkay?