Boom!

Well, last night was eventful. After a bout of racquetball with Grandma, I came home and tried to be Supermom. Generally I'd say I was successful, finishing 3 loads of laundry and some dishes and straightening of the living and bedrooms. Of course, we didn't eat dinner until 7:45, but something's gotta give, right? Gah. I didn't mean to feed you that late, but time slipped away from me.

As a result, you were fed and awake well after 8 when you should have been winding down. It actually took holding you, cuddling you, turning all the lights off and a lot of persuasion to get you to fall asleep at 9:15. I was grateful it wasn't later, since you showed signs of making it a long one. We caught the end of a show we were watching and I headed off to bed at 10:00.

At approximately 10:15, I'm guessing, I thought we'd been hit by a nuclear bomb. The most intense white flash surrounded the house and an enormous boom sent me flying 5 feet out of the bed. Of course, you slept right on through. How is that possible? But I digress.

Daddy and I immediately ran outside, where we saw the houses across the street had power but our side didn't. We heard voices and ran to the backyard, and it was clear the houses on the street behind us were out too. Turns out it was the power line behind our house, the transformer thing blew itself up. So, when it was all said and done, after hours on the phone with the electric company and "sleeping" while waiting for the electric company and through their repairs to the lines, then being restless the whole rest of the night worrying if Daddy's cell phone alarm would actually work... well, we were just beat. And you woke up about 1:45 a.m. in the middle of the final night's quiet, just for the heck of it.

So, I've decided tonight, no racquetball, no cleaning, something easy for dinner before 6:30 - and I'm going to paint my toenails bubblegum pink, just for the hell of it. And I'll be snoring by 9.