Why is it that when Travis leaves town, all hell breaks loose?
He had to go up to Huron for a couple of days to do some sort of techiie tard fix and was hoping to be home early. Unfortunately, he doesn't work with the brightest crayons in the box, so he is going to be gone until Thursday. Fine, I can handle that, we have gone much longer without him. We don't like it, but we deal.
So, after taking the kids into town to get their haircut, dinner, and a few things that were on sale at Walgreens, we came home, took baths, and I laid them down in bed. I was just getting settled on the couch to go over my new Avon stuff (yep, I am all signed up and ready to go, so, if you want to help a poor, homeless, underprivileged . . . . errrr, I mean spoiled, loved, and super adorable housewife out, let me know what I can do for you!) when I notice it is awful dark in the house. And awful quiet. For about 2.2 seconds.
And then the screaming started. You see, my boys go into their room at night, after taking a nice warm bubbly bath, getting dried off and having soothing lotion rubbed in, drinking some nice intoxicating milk (seriously, I don't know what's in the stuff, but without it, my kids won't sleep!) and brushing their teeth. They snuggle into their nice warm bed with a huge fluffy quilt and settle in to watch a movie of their choice. This is their routine and has been for a long while. If they don't stay in bed, the movie goes off.
However, I think the haircut put them over the edge tonight as they were pretty tired. They were behaving quite nicely (read it was quiet and no one was shaking the gate at me, trying to get out) when the power went out. Which means, the movie went off. And the screaming began.
Of course, I couldn't find the freaking phone book and, once I did, I couldn't find a lighter to light the page up (or a candle) to read it. So, I grabbed the laptop. Stupid me, I forgot the router needed power, too. Patiently asking the boys to chill out and settle down, I was trying to figure out why the lights were off (I did pay the bill!), when I realized my space cadetedness (is that a word?) had hit and I could use the laptop to light up the phone book, and then use my cell phone to call the Energy Company. With my kids screaming and freaking out in the background, the lady on the other end of the phone explained she was not sure why my power was out (neither was I), since my neighbors across the street had power (I noticed this, which is why I was calling) but no one else on my side of the block had any power (whew! made me feel better!). I joked that we were a little nervous about the power being out and asked if she could send the lineman directly to MY house to turn MY lights on first, as the monkeys were obviously not happy. She wasn't impressed and told me "We will get your power restored as soon as possible ma'am". (UGH, the ma'am card. Thanks for that.) She, apparently, didn't find my humor funny. You would think, with as much as they charge for power, they could send their employees to some sort of "find your funny bone" school.
Especially when talking to a zoo keeper.
He had to go up to Huron for a couple of days to do some sort of techiie tard fix and was hoping to be home early. Unfortunately, he doesn't work with the brightest crayons in the box, so he is going to be gone until Thursday. Fine, I can handle that, we have gone much longer without him. We don't like it, but we deal.
So, after taking the kids into town to get their haircut, dinner, and a few things that were on sale at Walgreens, we came home, took baths, and I laid them down in bed. I was just getting settled on the couch to go over my new Avon stuff (yep, I am all signed up and ready to go, so, if you want to help a poor, homeless, underprivileged . . . . errrr, I mean spoiled, loved, and super adorable housewife out, let me know what I can do for you!) when I notice it is awful dark in the house. And awful quiet. For about 2.2 seconds.
And then the screaming started. You see, my boys go into their room at night, after taking a nice warm bubbly bath, getting dried off and having soothing lotion rubbed in, drinking some nice intoxicating milk (seriously, I don't know what's in the stuff, but without it, my kids won't sleep!) and brushing their teeth. They snuggle into their nice warm bed with a huge fluffy quilt and settle in to watch a movie of their choice. This is their routine and has been for a long while. If they don't stay in bed, the movie goes off.
However, I think the haircut put them over the edge tonight as they were pretty tired. They were behaving quite nicely (read it was quiet and no one was shaking the gate at me, trying to get out) when the power went out. Which means, the movie went off. And the screaming began.
Of course, I couldn't find the freaking phone book and, once I did, I couldn't find a lighter to light the page up (or a candle) to read it. So, I grabbed the laptop. Stupid me, I forgot the router needed power, too. Patiently asking the boys to chill out and settle down, I was trying to figure out why the lights were off (I did pay the bill!), when I realized my space cadetedness (is that a word?) had hit and I could use the laptop to light up the phone book, and then use my cell phone to call the Energy Company. With my kids screaming and freaking out in the background, the lady on the other end of the phone explained she was not sure why my power was out (neither was I), since my neighbors across the street had power (I noticed this, which is why I was calling) but no one else on my side of the block had any power (whew! made me feel better!). I joked that we were a little nervous about the power being out and asked if she could send the lineman directly to MY house to turn MY lights on first, as the monkeys were obviously not happy. She wasn't impressed and told me "We will get your power restored as soon as possible ma'am". (UGH, the ma'am card. Thanks for that.) She, apparently, didn't find my humor funny. You would think, with as much as they charge for power, they could send their employees to some sort of "find your funny bone" school.
Especially when talking to a zoo keeper.
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Your blog is great, Kama! Glad you shared it on BBC. So funny!
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