lesson learned

For the past few days, we've been living with the frustrations of having no electricity, no hot water, and no heat. These things tend to make me cranky. [I know, right? Me? Cranky?] The ice storms has reduced me to a whiny toddler who fixates on things like the fact I haven't showered for three days, and generally drives everyone around me absolutely bananas.

Luckily, Brother Robby's house has still been warm, full of light, and able to power laptops. I am seriously only in possession of my sanity today because he let us camp out on his couch. Because of his generosity, we only endure the cold when we return to our sad, dark house at night and go directly to bed, laying there for hours listening to a cacophony of rain, sirens, and breaking tree limbs.

Two nights ago, we awoke in the middle of the night because the sound of a cracking tree limb was so close to our window that we were convinced it was either gunfire or someone bursting through our front door. Well, what I actually awoke to was Husband throwing his body on top of mine and brandishing his flashlight like a lightsaber, piercing the darkness in search of our foolish would-be assailant.

May I never again claim that chivalry is dead.