So, my blogging break ended up lasting longer than I intended. Tuesday morning I awakened to discover that the earth's entire magnetic core had shifted my internet was down. Not only that, but because we have one of those lovely cable/phone/internet packages, it was all down. ALL of it--no phone, no TV, no computer. Add to this that I get cell phone coverage in every nook and cranny of this great nation EXCEPT within the four wall of my house, and you have a rather disconnected few days.
The good folks at Cox Communications have heard a few things from me these last two days, thankyouverymuch. When they promised to come out the day of the outage, and then later rescheduled without my knowledge, I tried to explain the urgency of the situation. Do they not for-the-love-of all-things-good-and-bloggy know that Works-For-Me Wednesday was fast approaching? Really, the nerve. I waited for the repair guy. And I waited. And I went to Chilihead's house to post my Works-For-Me Wednesday. And I waited some more.
So this afternoon rolls around, I'm crankier than ever, the repair guy is still missing...and I head out to the garage to grab some chicken to thaw tonight's dinner. The chicken in the deep freeze. The deep freeze that shares a power source with the cable box.
You see where this is going.
A circuit had tripped, and the phone/TV/internet had simply lost power. So had the deep freeze. Seeing as how it's 623 degrees in Oklahoma right now, the food inside had held up remarkably well. I threw out a bag of chicken on top, but everything else inside was only about halfway thawed. I spent the afternoon getting it all cooked ("DON'T RE-FREEZE IT!" my chef buddy Jules warned me), and doesn't it sound fun to spend a hot July afternoon in the kitchen?
With my foot in my mouth and egg on my face, I called Cox Communication to tell them "never mind". What a day. Enough to make a girl crazy, right?
Except...
In the middle of the day's frustration, Stephen got some paint on his favorite shirt, and he ruined it. My melodramatic boy approached me with much wailing and gnashing of teeth. "THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE," he moaned.
"Really?" I asked him. "Do you have a comfy bed to sleep in tonight?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Do your parents love you? Do you have enough food to eat?"
He knows where this is going. "Yes," he mumbles.
"Do you have fun toys in your room?" I asked.
He nodded sheepishly.
"Sounds like a pretty good day to me, buddy."
And so, after a hot and tiring and largely communication-less day, I'm sitting in my air-conditioned kitchen, my son happily munching on a Rice Krispy treat on one side of me, and my daughter pulling everything out of my Tupperware cabinet on the other. I don't have to worry that my children will hit by missile fire tonight. My family's home is standing. I am healthy. I can account for every member of my family.
Yes. It was a very good day.
