On Monday, I was totally panicked over the pending snow storm. Actually I think the panic began on Sunday night. All I could think was "SH*# we might lose power."
From that thought came ,"I can't do this anymore."
(In my years of being a single mother, we have lost power for days on end five different times)
In this lousy state of mind, I frantically got all of the laundry done, the house cleaned, dishes washed and extra food and water bought. Then like a mad woman, I started untangling extension cords to run from the basement to the generator outdoors. Mad and crazy don't mix well with tangled cords, just saying. There was also gas to buy and an extra gas can just in case five gallons wouldn't be enough and I needed more space heaters. My stress level was over the top.
I chose to see the bad yet there was good everywhere.
I could have been grateful that we have both a washer and a dryer. (We went six years without a dryer)
I could have been grateful for my home.
I could have been grateful that I had the means to buy extra food, water, gas, gas cans and space heaters.
Worst of all, I could have been more grateful that my two teenagers were pitching in.
The irony of all of that angst. We never lost power.
