We were sitting at home. The girls were watching Sesame Street while I was staring blankly in the kitchen thinking about what to make for dinner. Suddenly, Elmo's high pitched voice shut off, and the soft hum of appliances stopped.
New Baby (pointing furiously at the TV): Mommy!! Mommy!! MOMMY!!! (starts whimpering) Mommy. Elmo. (repeat over and over)
The smoke alarms begin beeping, letting us know that the power was, in fact, out.
Captain Destructo: What's that noise?! What's beeping? Something's beeping, Mom! Mom! What's beeping? BEEP! BEEP! (repeat beeping sound over and over)
Me, in my head: Oh my gosh, what do I do? The kids are looking at me like I should know what to do. Ok. Stay calm. Smile reassuringly. Um. We can go out to dinner, and then the power will be back on! Except I already took off my bra. And what if it's not back on? Ok. We can stay in a hotel? Yes. What hotel? Who else lost power? Did all of San Antonio lose power? How would I know IF I CAN'T TURN ON THE TV???
The lights come back on, the air conditioner begins humming, and all of our appliances beep back on.
Me: Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus.
Captain Destructo: (exasperated sigh) Yeah. Thank you Jesus.
So if you are a zombie, planning an apocalypse, you may as well start with my house. We'll be dead in about 2.5 seconds.
