Now the estimate for turning up power is FOUR hours sooner than before...6 p.m. tomorrow instead of 10 p.m. That'll only be eight days of outage.
Tomorrow the boys are going to school, though, and I'll go to the house and stare at the walls or something. Maybe open the front door to let out the smell that's bound to have collected in the refrigerator.
As for what I learned this past week...it was a bit of a lesson in contradiction as I thought about it. See if any of this makes any sense:
The boys need to learn flexibility.
The boys need their routines.
Letting their diets (and mine) slide in an out-of-the-norm situation is okay.
An out-of-the-norm situation isn't an excuse for eating junk.
I'm the mom. I shouldn't whine.
I'm the mom. I get to whine.
I'm so glad to be in Hometown.
I'm so glad I live in Big Town.
Why can't the electric company work any faster?
I'm sure the electric company is working as fast as it can. I think.
Christmas is only a week away and I haven't done any baking.
(No, that's not really something I learned, just something I don't like.)
Right now I'm so tired I don't even know how to end this post. Alex is playing with the cords on the blinds right by the crib so I think I better go...wait, okay, now he's safely away from the cords. I know this because I hear him jumping up and down.