Powerless

Today is a snow day. We don’t get many around here, so it’s pretty exciting. And this one was a real one, meaning enough snow to make a snowman and have some great snowball fights.

Yesterday afternoon, the power went out, and was out for about 9 hours. It was a lot of fun. We had a fire going and sat around the living room telling stories. Those are the kind of unplannable memories that I treasure.

Things I was proud of myself for when the power went out:

Due to recent decluttering and organization attempts, I knew where the flashlights and lighters were.

Due to menu planning, I had supper in the crockpot and everything we needed to go with it. Since the power went off at 4:30, we ate at 5:15 or so, while it was still hot.

Due to daily tasks, the floor was generally uncluttered, making total darkness much safer.

Things that the power outage reminded me I still need to work on:

I really need to put my keys in their designated spot EVERY time I come in. Looking for keys in the dark so you can go get the diet coke that you left in the van is not fun.

Along those lines, I really need to make a habit of bringing things in from the car.

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I now fully understand why houses in colder areas have true “mud rooms.” Snow is messy. It looks so pretty when you look out the window, but tracking it in . . . oh my. And yes, the irony is not lost on me that I just made a big deal about mopping yesterday morning, about 3 hours before the boys came home and played in the snow.

As for daily tasks, I’ve emptied the dishwasher and tried to keep the kitchen cleaned up, but haven’t done much else.