Dearest Hurricane Irene (who I hate) took our power out for about a day and a half. Just long enough to ruin a family pack of chicken breasts and various other meats in my fridge and freezer. Meh. We ate cereal and bananas and it was fine. I can say a that little easier because we packed up the little boys and sent them off to their belated visit to Camp Mamaw, and it was only Husband, Sweet Pea and me. I gotta tell you, we had a lovely time and here’s why:
1. The weather was beau-ti-ful! Who needs air conditioning when it is 78 degrees with low humidity all day? Not me. This is why people pay $800,000 for a condo in San Diego.
2. We had hot water. We could all bathe, and that was a plus. Especially with sweaty Sweet Pea and his fantastic magical mop head.
3. I don’t really drink coffee. We had diet coke. And ice.
4. No electricity meant I didn’t have to dry my hair, and I HATE drying my hair. It just looks really bad when I don’t. Whatever. Mrs. Mulder, why dies your hair look so scuzzy? Power outage, of course.
5. No laundry. I did a bunch of laundry while it was raining Saturday so while it is piled up now, I enjoyed not having to schlep the basket up and down the stairs for a couple of days. It dawned on me that I do some part of the laundry process every. damn. day. It was nice to have a break.
6. No cooking. Yes, we have a grill, but with just one shortie in the house, it was much better to eat cereal for breakfast and then go out for Pei Wei at dinner time. Although to hear Sweet Pea tell it, he had to eat nothing but acorns and bugs for 3 days.
7. Excellent family bonding. A few hours before the power was out, while Irene (stupid cow) was lashing our skylights with rain, Pickles, Sweet Pea and I played Scrabble after Pumpkin Pie went to bed. We had already watched a movie and were really just biding our time until Irene left. Toward the end of any Scrabble game I have ever played, the game sort of degrades until all anyone can see in the letters left are made up words or more likely, potty words. Poo, farty, bumtastic, whatever. But they were all hysterically funny, of course. Pickles, in complete seriousness, asks, “is there a word assafrass“? Sweet Pea and I, in our already punchy we’ve-been-cooped-up-in-this-house-all-day/when-is-this-stupid-storm-going-to-end state were in hysterics. It was contagious and Pickles was laughing so hard he was crying, too. It only got worse when I explained about sassafras and then the assafras tea jokes started. It went downhill from there.
8. More excellent family bonding. The next night when the power was out, Sweet Pea and I snuggled up in my bed and played Candlelight Scrabble. While this game lacked the abject hysteria of the night before, it was delightful. Sweet Pea managed to magnet a headlamp flashlight onto the metal bed frame so we could see the Scrabble board better and we helped each other figure out our words until we were too sleepy to think straight. It was mellow and a little silly and a lot wonderful. My Sweet Pea is a teenager now and I know that every day that goes by (despite all evidence to the contrary) brings him closer to being an independent adult (God willing!) who won’t be hanging out with his Mom playing Candlelight Scrabble. I guess this is the biggest reason I think electricity is overrated. Sweet Pea and I had way more fun without it. I always have loved a break in the routine.
I may talk trash about Irene, but she did me a solid. She made me slow down to the point where I didn’t even bother trying to do anything, and in the process I enjoyed my Sweet Pea in a way I haven’t in a while. I knew things would get kind of dicey while I was transitioning to my new job and transitioning Sweet Pea to teen-hood, but this was a wonderful unexpected event. Irene, you stupid cow, I owe you one.