Electricity Junkies

I have always loved "pioneers."  I was a huge fan of The Little House on the Prairie books, I loved playing The Oregon Trail on the old school Apples in elementary school and even now I love reading about people living centuries ago going about their day to day business without cars, tvs and electricity.

Reading.  Not participating.  I do not want to LIVE like a pioneer.  Washing my husband's "unmentionables" by hand is NOT my idea of a good morning.  Fortunately my mother had her power this week and I invited myself over to do a load of laundry.  And take a shower.  And give the baby a bath.  And eat food that had not been sitting in a tepid refrigerator.

I am so not a pioneer.

The lovely hurricane Irene (who I thought was a pretty sad excuse for a hurricane) knocked my power out Sunday at one and left us in the dark until Wednesday at 4:30.  That's 75 1/2 hours without electricity.  With a fridge and freezer full of food.  With a one year old who likes to throw flashlights and play with candles.  With teenagers that are dependant on the internet and tv.  And dangerously low levels of clean underpants.  So, no, it was not fun, and, no, I'm not the only one who isn't a fan of pioneering it.

We're electricity junkies at my house.  And we're ok with that.