I should be sharing Christmas photos. Like, kids decorating cookies in matching pajamas and stuff like that. But guess what? Ice storms are a fart face.
Our power went out at 6:20 a.m. on Sunday. Do you KNOW when it was restored? 2:15 p.m. on THURSDAY. The day after Christmas.
For Sunday and Monday and part of Tuesday, we totally kicked it pioneer style, except we don't have an outhouse so our bathroom became an in-house and can I just emphasize for a second the glory of running water? Functioning indoor plumbing? I mean, the no lights, the no heat- you can imagine how one deals with that. But no water? No washing of the anything? No drinking it? No cooking with it? The no flushing of the toilets? It ain't pretty, my friends. Not pretty at all.
Luckily on Tuesday afternoon (that's Christmas Eve if you're keeping track), a friend of ours whose power had been restored came over with their generator and hooked it up with Tommy so that we could have some dang old Christmas lights on our dang old tree. And we could flush the dang old toilet. Still no hot water heater or major appliances but my LORD what a relief it was to know we could have some semblance of normalcy come Christmas morning.
So! We did! I'm sure I have some photos around here somewhere. But somehow it's 5:18 and people are asking me what's for dinner and I'm like "isn't this vacation time?" See, Tommy is on vacation, so he doesn't have to go to work. To me COOKING is my work. It is my most loathsome household task. So when he is on vacation my brain tells me that I'm also on vacation and then people are hungry. Super unfair.
That's my long way of saying that Christmas photos will have to wait. But I promised myself belly pics on even weeks during this pregnancy and by golly I'm doing it.
Presenting, unrelated to anything in this post, enormous 16 week belly of enormousness. Feel free to go back two weeks and marvel at the growth. I dare you!