No power means no internet, no lights, no hot water, no school, and the list goes on. It also means I have a slow river coming from my refrigerator when I tried to save all the food with twenty pounds of ice.
Owen woke around five knowing there was no school but that didn’t stop him from wanting to go or thinking that it was spring break still. He was also not happy that his tablet was not charged enough to last more than twenty minutes. When you have been charging it all afternoon with the power charger there isn’t much left for the night.
We got in the car to head to McDonald’s and took everything with us to hopefully get it charged enough to last until he went to my mom’s house. There is no explaining why we can’t have our tablets or the internet to him. Thankfully the internet was working on my phone so I shared it to his device but it’s still hard for him to understand that everything is slower.
We got our breakfast and he talked about all his concerns. It wears on him that we don’t have power and this isn’t something that he will ever forget. Years ago a telephone pole was hit near us and our power was out all day. He kept running to the light switch and wanted it fixed. Years later he will ask about it and go to the light switch to make sure it works. This will be no different.
“Fix the screwdriver,” he yelled. When anything is broken he will yell out “Fix the screwdriver.” I’m not sure how this exact phrasing came about but it is a term he uses for everything. Internet broken “fix the screwdriver,” food fell to the ground “fix the screwdriver,” lights not turning on “fix the screwdriver.” Any and all broken or messed up things get the reference “fix the screwdriver.” The power and his school being closed have gotten it a lot.
We came home after breakfast for a little bit before he went to his grandma’s house and thankfully his tablet had charged enough to almost last the whole time so into the car we went again. Trying to keep ahead of a meltdown, screams, and chaos is nerve-wracking but we got through it. He stayed with her for several hours and then I went back to charge our devices again.
He was still very concerned for all his people. He asked dozens of times about them and what they were doing. Somehow he got it in his mind that he was not going to be able to go back to school or therapy. I have reassured him that he is going but when you get a message that says they have another day off from school it is hard to reassure him as I tell him he won’t be going to school tomorrow.
Thankfully more people are getting their power back so his school should be open on Friday. And we got a confirmation that he will have therapy tomorrow. I pray it happens. He will go see my mom tomorrow so he will be happy about that but I’m not telling him until the morning.
We ordered some food at my mom’s and brought it home for dinner. I’m overthinking the whole refrigerator, food, timing thing, and if the ice is working. I got a text that said our power would be restored by nine in the evening. I pray that it does. Owen has handled all of this the best that he can but having all of his routine disrupted over the last few days has been incredibly hard on him.
He wants his routined days back and I don’t blame him. I pray tomorrow goes smoothly for him and he can return to school on Friday but I know there are so many places that still need power and debris cleared.
The lights came on a little after seven. I was startled, shocked, and elated all in one moment. I forgot how loud power can be and yet incredibly loud without it as well. My sweet baby O who likes to turn all the lights off ran around turning all the lights on.
The whirlwind is not over but our power is on. I’m praying for all who are still going through this and have a full plate. To Owen having the power off is more than just not having conveniences it is a huge disruption of his life and it will be something that influences his days to come. I am thankful for all that came to help get our power back on and truly make a difference in our lives. Be kind to your heart and know that tomorrow the light will shine again. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Owen woke around five knowing there was no school but that didn’t stop him from wanting to go or thinking that it was spring break still. He was also not happy that his tablet was not charged enough to last more than twenty minutes. When you have been charging it all afternoon with the power charger there isn’t much left for the night.
We got in the car to head to McDonald’s and took everything with us to hopefully get it charged enough to last until he went to my mom’s house. There is no explaining why we can’t have our tablets or the internet to him. Thankfully the internet was working on my phone so I shared it to his device but it’s still hard for him to understand that everything is slower.
We got our breakfast and he talked about all his concerns. It wears on him that we don’t have power and this isn’t something that he will ever forget. Years ago a telephone pole was hit near us and our power was out all day. He kept running to the light switch and wanted it fixed. Years later he will ask about it and go to the light switch to make sure it works. This will be no different.
“Fix the screwdriver,” he yelled. When anything is broken he will yell out “Fix the screwdriver.” I’m not sure how this exact phrasing came about but it is a term he uses for everything. Internet broken “fix the screwdriver,” food fell to the ground “fix the screwdriver,” lights not turning on “fix the screwdriver.” Any and all broken or messed up things get the reference “fix the screwdriver.” The power and his school being closed have gotten it a lot.
We came home after breakfast for a little bit before he went to his grandma’s house and thankfully his tablet had charged enough to almost last the whole time so into the car we went again. Trying to keep ahead of a meltdown, screams, and chaos is nerve-wracking but we got through it. He stayed with her for several hours and then I went back to charge our devices again.
He was still very concerned for all his people. He asked dozens of times about them and what they were doing. Somehow he got it in his mind that he was not going to be able to go back to school or therapy. I have reassured him that he is going but when you get a message that says they have another day off from school it is hard to reassure him as I tell him he won’t be going to school tomorrow.
Thankfully more people are getting their power back so his school should be open on Friday. And we got a confirmation that he will have therapy tomorrow. I pray it happens. He will go see my mom tomorrow so he will be happy about that but I’m not telling him until the morning.
We ordered some food at my mom’s and brought it home for dinner. I’m overthinking the whole refrigerator, food, timing thing, and if the ice is working. I got a text that said our power would be restored by nine in the evening. I pray that it does. Owen has handled all of this the best that he can but having all of his routine disrupted over the last few days has been incredibly hard on him.
He wants his routined days back and I don’t blame him. I pray tomorrow goes smoothly for him and he can return to school on Friday but I know there are so many places that still need power and debris cleared.
The lights came on a little after seven. I was startled, shocked, and elated all in one moment. I forgot how loud power can be and yet incredibly loud without it as well. My sweet baby O who likes to turn all the lights off ran around turning all the lights on.
The whirlwind is not over but our power is on. I’m praying for all who are still going through this and have a full plate. To Owen having the power off is more than just not having conveniences it is a huge disruption of his life and it will be something that influences his days to come. I am thankful for all that came to help get our power back on and truly make a difference in our lives. Be kind to your heart and know that tomorrow the light will shine again. Smiles to all and donut daze!
RSS Feed