Our power came on Saturday around 1:30pm. I had just taken warm food to my mother around 12:00 and she had just gotten power minutes before. I went home, but didn't have power; but I did have my children's undivided attention. So I decided to do a little rearrange in the computer/craft/guest room to be more homeowner's insurance friendly.
We just got everything torn apart and the power came on and my children's whole demeanor changed. I felt really angry, because everything was a mess, I no longer had my children's attention, and I had just settled my psyche into another powerless day.
Then the power came on and I was figuratively powerless rather than physically. I don't blame the kids for scattering; hooking computers back up makes me grumpy.
Then my husband, even though he heard we had power, chose to go to the wrecking yard. That disappointed me, I guess I thought he'd want to come home to celebrate or something. I was feeling let down that here I kept house and cooked dinner every night the power was out and he went to the wrecking yard.
Okay, I know it sounds stupid out loud. I knew then like I know now, it was my stuff and I shouldn't subject my family to my stuff. So I did what any normal, American mother would do... I turned the power off on the circuit breakers and told everyone the power was out.
Not really, but it was a good idea. I'm just going to try and act normal.