Last night we had a brown-out, followed by a full loss of power for about 3 hours. I don’t remember ever experiencing a brown-out before – the lights all dimmed and none of the outlets worked. Luckily we have Nerdguy, so we have several UPSes around the house so I was able to panic-charge my phone and drag my facebook friends and twitter followers along on our harrowing tale of darkness. Why is my phone never charged in a crisis? Remember the time we had the wasp infestation and had to flee to a hotel I only had 6% battery and had to scramble to find a hotel. I may have picked a luxurious 2 room suite for the night for $250 a night, but it was totally not my fault. It was Apple’s. And the wasps. And Nerdguy’s for being 500km away and not answering his phone. But I digress.
There was a lot of crying, screaming, nervous-loud-talking last night when the power was out. The kids were begging me to blow out the candles because we never use candles and they thought the house was going to burn down. Even the rabbit from the other night ran up to the window in a bit of a tizzy.
Thank God for twitter, because although we were trying to be cool for the kids, we were feeling a little dicey about whether we needed an evac plan or not. I had the hotel on speed-dial, and Nerdguy had us headed to sleep on my mother’s floor. So it was a relief to discover that the hydro company were reporting that power would be back on by 11. We could handle that.
We would make terrible pioneers. Those 3 weeks that our microwave were broken are referred to in this house as the Colonial Era. We’re wimps. I’m the worst wimp of all. Honestly, what did people do before the internet? TALK to each other??? Hold out random hope that the power would come back “someday?” I am not Caroline Ingalls. Harriet Oleson if anything.
Molly was worrying quite a bit, and I had a chat with her about how Nerdguy and I would always keep her safe (crossing fingers that she didn’t remember stepping in a wasps’ nest on vacation…but you know…OTHER than that) and that she needs to leave the worrying to me. That it’s my job. Her job is to be a kid. She calmed down quite a bit after that. And after a routine candle inspection that she thought I didn’t notice.
Grace’s anxiety was spiking though, and before I could finish googling the hydro company she had whipped up a list of Family Goals that she wanted us all to agree to. Molly made me sign it today.
- Have more fun.
- Low stress (not to worry so much).
- Be respectful.
- Less fighting.
- Clean up house when made a mess.
- Have less yelling.