I have come to have a new found respect for electricians everywhere and electricity in general. For the past four days, my electricity has gone on and off more times than I care to count. The first time it went off, it was 1 am in the
morning. I didn’t think much of it. 30 minutes as I started to doze off, I hear blood curdling screams. I jumped out of bed as if completing a hurdle race. I think my kids were blessed with the best vocal cords God had to offer. Now I was awake completely and lay in pitch darkness listening to the sounds outside, jumping at every sound. My kids bravery or lack thereof definitely comes from me.
And so started a ritual for the next 4 days and nights. The light went off on the hour every hour. Every time it went off Keanen would say, “The light is acting funny mom. Can you fix it?” The first night the kids had fun. Everytime the light went of, they would turn on the flashlight and make shadow puppets. I felt like a light sheriff since I had tied the flashlight to my jeans after searching frantically for it one too many times.
Finally, the electric company came out. I guess it pays to be the Mayor’s wife. They sent 8 men to fix the problem. Let’s just say, it’s kind of fixed. Now it only goes off every 6-8 hours. 🙂
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