Huge storm hit our area of Maine Sunday night. We've been without power for more than 36 hours at this point and according to Central Maine Power, it could be days before we see another light bulb blink on without God himself saying, "Let there be light!"
Being that its in the low teens, temperature wise, I'm phoning this one in from the hotel. I'm exhausted. The Little Imp is so keyed up it's not even funny and the hubby is dead on his feet.
The most pathetic thing about all of this is the fact that we have a brand new generator, but for some reason it won't stay on. And to add insult to injury...the snowblower which isn't even a year old, ate a pair of sweats a couple of weeks ago (thanks so much Zack B., I'll be sending you the bill for this one) and won't work. You don't even wanna know what sort of pain in the ass getting out of our driveway has been like.
I don't know folks, it seems like technology and our little family are at odds with each other lately.
If it takes me longer than normal to clear comments, it's because we're still digging out, and probably still without electricity. As much as I love having a nice heated place to stay in for the night, and am enjoying being able to turn on a light without having forgotten that the power is off and then swearing at myself, I'm not exactly sure I trust Griffy and Gracie to behave themselves when we're away. Thankfully we're only about 5 minutes from the house.
So, until things return to a more normal state of being (whatever the hell that is), here's a photo of the Little Imp sledding that I took yesterday. More to come soon!
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ETA: 5:02AM 2/24/09 - Both the hubby and I woke up with stiff necks. He got up at 4:30 so he could get a shower and then he has to go home and walk the best from the east (Casey) and make sure Goliath and Godzilla (Griffy and Gracie) haven't decimated the house. My stiff neck is accompanied by two hugely swollen glands and a temp of 101F. Lovely. The Little Imp didn't go to sleep until 1AM. She started out the night in her daddy's bed and 15 minutes later as I was trying to drift off amidst the whuzzzzzz whuzzzzzz whump of the room wall heater, I hear, "Mommy....mommyyyyyy, there's a bad sound coming from daddy's face and I can't go to sleep!" The hubby snores. Oh God does he snore!
To ice the cake, I asked the hubby to see if there was a vending machine anywhere around and to get me a Coke pretty please. He comes back with a nasty Diet Pepsi. Having to choke down two Tylenol when it feels like your throat is coated with molten hot lava is bad enough...but having to do so with Diet Pepsi truly adds insult to injury.
I'm really hoping I get a text message from the hubby, once he gets back to the asylum, letting me know the power is back on. We happen to be staying at the same hotel all the CMP crews that came down from the northern reaches of Maine to help get our power restored, are staying at. I feel like running from room to room yelling; "Get up! Get up now and get my bloody power back on!" But I won't. I won't because the only jammies I brought with me are my pink and yellow duckie PJ's and I'd look like a damn fool, plus my throat hurts too much.
Back to bed for a couple of hours.
ETA 9:13AM - Up and showered. OMG, hot water, how I've missed you. Ya know, I truly believe that there isn't much a hot shower can't cure. My stiff neck? Gone! My sore throat? Not so much gone, but for some reason, now that I smell better and had a little more sleep without the kick-monster having a go at me, it doesn't quite seem like such a volcano. Speaking of the Little Imp, she does not want to get up. Can't say I blame her. We still haven't got power yet back at the house. *sigh*
ETA 5:00PM - God said, "Let there be light!" and I'll be damned, there was! He must have given the CMP boys a kick in the ass. Actually, we sort of had a bit of premature electrical excitement earlier when I came home from the hotel and noticed there was much dancing and rejoicing in the streets. It appeared that the power came back on. Just as I was pulling into the driveway and about to make a mad dash inside to turn on the heat and flick the lights on and off (it's just something I do after we've been without power for a while), I rush to the gas stove downstairs and as I am reaching for the temperature dial, Whuuuuummmp! The power goes out again. All that dancing and rejoicing turned into wailing and gnashing of teeth, mine in particular!
So, the Little Imp and I did what any other freezing cold mother and child would do. We climbed in bed and took a three hour nap. It was the Little Imp who woke me up as she stood and jumped on our bed, shouting, "Mommy mommyyyyyym wake up! The power is on the power is on! We gots ELECTRICITYYYYYYYY!" I lay back on the pillow for a little while and enjoyed watching her do her own little version of rejoicing and dancing until she tumbled over and her elbow landed, hard, on my nose!
I've always said I wanted I wanted a nose job.
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