Saturday night at 7:30 pm, the lights went out due to a freak storm here in the Northeast, dumping as much as 3 feet of snow in some areas (we got 4-5 inches, max).
The power just got restored to my complex an hour ago.
More than 36 hours of no electricity…tests you.
The past two days have felt miserable at times and honestly, I made it more miserable by being so upset and angry about it than just making the most of it.
Instead of just accepting the situation for what it was, I let it seap into my mood in every possible way.
Instead of not worrying about what was out of my control, I worried more.
I wanted to step back, shake myself, and tell myself to shut up. It’s not *that* bad.
I was tested this weekend, yet it can always be worse. ALWAYS. (my sister also has no power…but also no water AND a sick baby, how on earth do I have a right to complain, when I at least had water and uh, no sick child at home).
Yet, despite not having power, we did make the most of it (M has the supreme knack of being able to shake me of a bad mood, no matter what).
…he pulled out a random card game last night, next to our fireplace – which, thankfully worked, as it is gas-powered – called Zombie Land, that we attempted to play until it was too complicated and we just gave up.
…he used stuff from the ‘survival backpack’ he made on a whim once that I tease him to no end for having, but good Lord, did that thing come in handy. Crank radio, wind up flashlight, batteries. Um yeah, that was an “I told you so” I deserved!
…he rubbed my feet and made sure I was warm. We cuddled. Played with the cats.
…he lit candles, turned the radio on, and we just lay there. And it was perfect.
…and last night, when we were curled up in bed and I realized that this very night three years ago, my ex-husband told me he wanted a divorce, I felt like the luckiest, most blessed person alive.
Three years later, to be with a man I was meant to be with, after going through so much to get from there to here? Suddenly, not having power didn’t seem to matter anymore.