Yesterday the lovely power company disconnected power to about 60 of my neighbors, including me, while they did an “emergency” fix. I don’t know if they can really call it an emergency since they alerted us to the power outage a week in advance.
I got the little hang sign on the my front door on November 11th telling me that I would be without power for a few hours the following Tuesday. Well I looked at it, thought “gee, well that sucks,” and then quickly forgot about it. Until Tuesday morning when everything turned off all of a sudden and fried the surge protector on my ‘puter.
I can’t tell you how much fun it is to try to keep a whining 4 year old boy entertained for 5 hours while you, yourself, is bored out of your mind. If I was by myself, I would have just gone back to bed with a good book. So I tried to get my son engaged in doing other things like coloring and reading a book together, and *gasp* even cleaning, but he wasn’t having it. He’s been on a “Kung Fu Panda” kick lately and if he doesn’t get his daily fix, well he’s rather grumpy while he detoxs.
I knew I was getting desperate when I told him a fun thing to do was to name the cars that came down our street. “There’s a red car! There’s a gold SUV! There’s a green truck! There’s two white cars!” He only found it interesting for about the first 50 cars and sadly I kept naming them long after he got bored and walked away.
I learned a huge lesson. I’m way to dependent on the grid. I could never be Amish. Do you know how many times I turned on the light in the bathroom out of habit? Seriously. Somehow, my son and I survived. I never want to be home with small and bored children again during a power outage.