The last few days have been a bit challenging. We got hit by Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy and while I’m grateful that the house didn’t sustain any serious damage, trees in this wooded area did as they are wont to do and fell on the power lines. We haven’t had power since Monday. This meant no heat, no hot water and, as my 3-year-old discovered to his great dismay, all television shows require power. He ran through the list of them, asking “Does Chuggington use power? Does Franklin use power?” Yep, kid, all of them. Our babysitter couldn’t make it out for the past two days, school was canceled and my husband left on Sunday for a business trip to get out ahead of the storm. In his defense, it was for a meeting with someone who is actually a household name, and that I would have liked to meet too if our situations were reversed, so I gave it the OK. But the result is that I’ve been experiencing the pioneer life with three small, cold and occasionally cranky children for…oh, who’s counting the hours? We played outside in the rain once the wind died down, and read a lot of books by flashlight. We ate cold mac and cheese that I’d made ahead of time (it’s the modern equivalent of having a deer you shot preserved in the cellar). We muddled through all right until last night when the temperature started dropping rapidly. The boys could stay under blankets; babies aren’t so good at that. So she wound up in bed with me, and we slept fitfully until 4 a.m. when she woke, feverish (did I mention she’s been sick?), nursed for half an hour and still wouldn’t be consoled. Fun times.
But the power came back on about an hour ago, the meat in the freezer was mostly still frozen solid, and our babysitter showed up this morning so I could take a tepid shower and a nap. I can also now see the photos of communities destroyed by the hurricane, and that puts my accidental pioneer woman experience in perspective. I hope everyone reading this weathered the storm all right.