We had some weather around these parts yesterday, the sort where I ran upstairs to grab napping children away from windows and walked the yard afterwards stunned that all of the many trees on our property were still standing. Many of our neighbors were not so lucky with the trees, including four huge ones around the corner that were entirely uprooted.
I've always loved power outages. Although as an adult there are far more hassles than there were when I was a kid, like worrying whether the milk is still good and making an emergency run to my in-laws' after dinner with a quart or so of frozen breast milk that needed a functioning freezer.
But the good parts are still there - the feeling that you have slipped out of time and are suspended somehow in a twilit pause. I spent a couple hours yesterday afternoon playing with Mia in her playroom - no laundry to do, no email to check, just costumes to wear and Little People about whom to compose elaborate life stories worthy of any daytime soap. Owen was napping in his swing, battery powered and therefore the only noise in the neighborhood other than the occasional car and the mob of birds that emerged after the storm to inspect their own damage and compare notes.
Mia has been fascinated by flashlights lately and was all too happy to use them to navigate the house, and was even more amazed by the candles we lit as the sun set. Dinner was take-out and followed by Mia's first ever screening of Cinderella - viewed on a laptop by candlelight. We put the kids to bed with no monitors, their doors open to try to catch any meager breeze, allowing me to stop in to check on them every few minutes as I don't think I will ever lose the urge to do.
Chris gets cranky when the power is out - can't survive that long without the internet - but I think it is calming. Which side are you on?
(And P.S. How do I get Mia to keep her damned fingers out of her damned nose? Dammit.)