WordPress tells me this is a milestone. Something to celebrate.
I considered throwing a party, but I learned last month I have high cholesterol and already indulged in way too many holiday goodies.
I thought about running a contest, but I all I have to give away is used baby stuff I’m hoarding – most likely until I go through menopause and am 100% certain I will not reproduce again (and before you get excited Mother, there’s only about a .04% chance of getting the baby urge, most likely once I’m too old to procreate).
Then I realized the subject of this post means it is an impostor.
You see, this should have been my 399th post, and Treading Water should have been the 400th.
This is a “What the frak?” moment and I couldn’t share it last Friday because…. well, you’ll see….
So if you want to read a post worthy of being the 400th, check out Treading Water if you haven’t already.
If you want to see Murphy’s latest creative attack, read on…
A Squirrel: That’s right. A squirrel. Not even a flying squirrel, just your regular, fat neighborhood rodent. Only this one wanted to watch Showtime…
One week ago…
The persistent shouts of “Daddy! Daaaaaaddeeeee!” roused me from my sleep. I rolled over to glance at the clock as my husband climbed out of bed.
Anything past 7:30 is something to celebrate.
I crawled out of bed and slid into the darkened bathroom, going about my morning routine.
Ninety seconds later a loud boom reverberated over our house.
Then it hit me. I flicked the switch on the wall plate next to me.
Nothing. As suspected.
Experience had taught me two things. A) The boom was most likely a blown transformer and B) It probably only effected a handful of houses, so if we didn’t call it in, it might never get fixed.
Before I could even request CG call it in, the doorbell rang.
“Can you answer that, I’m still in my pajamas!” I yelled.
It was our next door neighbor, who had been out mowing the lawn.
“Are you guys okay,” he asked.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” CG said.
They muttered some stuff, none of it dealing with the issue.
“I think it was a blown transformer!” I said from my hiding place upstairs.
“Oh, that makes sense,” our neighbor replied, and vanished to see if his power had been affected (it wasn’t).
I’m guessing he wondered if someone had been shot or if my four year old had been experimenting in explosives – the mower masking where the sound had come from.
Free to wander about in PJs again, I hurried to my office, grabbed the first utility bill I could find and shoved it at my husband. “Call them, please.”
“I’m sure they know we don’t have power.”
“I was babysitting once when a squirrel got into a transformer and we lost power. Assuming “someone would fix it”, I waited. Hours later it still wasn’t fixed and I called my dad who contacted the power company. They hadn’t known because the only other house affected was a neighbor who wasn’t home and I never called it in. So please, do it. I cannot be without power all day!”
The kids began whining, wanting breakfast.
The Tackler got a lesson in “if it doesn’t have batteries, it needs electricity, so nothing works in the house” as he discovered everything he wanted to do was thwarted. Including eating.
You see breakfast every morning is Eggos. Which are frozen and require a toaster.
Suddenly the whole sleeping later than usual thing was not so good. Normally they would have eaten already.
I went into Mommy Survival Mode and prepared to do something never done before: take the kids out for breakfast at McDonald’s. Why? Because Lil Diva is so picky, she won’t eat fresh hot Krispy Kremes, but I was pretty sure she’d eat McDonald’s pancakes. And they had a play area.
And free wi-fi. It wasn’t long after updating my status on facebook CG commented:
“Power is back. And the world had one less squirrel… According to the Austin Energy guys.”
Thankfully it was a perfect, sunny, no major power outage morning – allowing a prompt response time of less than two hours (compared to the rolling blackout hell of Groundhog Day 2011). The very nature of the problem and perfect weather (necessitating a trip to the park following McDonald’s) prevented me from writing this a week ago – making this my 400th post, not 399th.
It turned into a good day. A great day.
For everyone except the squirrel.
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Anyone have an interesting “what the frak” power outage story to share? The funny or frustrating?