I might have mentioned it, but many of you know we were gone this past week. Russell was gifted 6 consecutive days off for Independence Day, and so we packed up and took off to southern California where we have lots of family. It was our first road trip with all three, and overall went really great. We had at least one hour in the car where the girls cried, fought over books, screamed, and kicked each other pretty much the whole time. It was also the very first hour of the trip. Luckily things did get better over time.
Fast forward to yesterday. We got up, ate breakfast, packed the car and headed home. We arrived just about 4pm, did a little unpacking and then made our weekly trip to Cici’s. It worked out perfect since there is practically no food in the house since we were gone for a week. After dinner we went by our friend’s house to pick up Rusty. By this time is about 6:40. Time to start getting ready for bed (for the kids…) We are ALL ready for it since we have been traveling and skipping naps left and right. Little Man was also getting pretty hungry himself since he isn’t quite old enough to enjoy Cici’s yet. 🙂 We had not even pulled into the driveway yet and we notice our neighbor at our front door.
The power is out, he said.
For some, that might not seem so bad, but when it is 115 out and only cools down to about 95 at night, no power is not a good thing. No AC, no fans circulating air. Just HOT. And it is not just our houses, our street, or even our neighborhood. It is a whole big section of town. We sat on hold with the power company until after the girls’ bedtime, but then decided we couldn’t hold bed time any longer, and we definitely couldn’t ask them to sleep in the heat.
Long story short, we packed two adults, three kids and four pets into the cars and heading to a nearby hotel. It was a long drive with very tired (and one hungry) little ones in the backseat, especially since the streetlights were not working and drivers seemed to have no idea how to take turns at the intersections. Finally, we got checked in, kids upstairs and I began feeding Wyatt and reading a bedtime story to the girls. Just as Russell was bringing the last of the pets upstairs our neighbor called to say the power was back on.
Well, since by this time it was almost an hour after bedtime and we had already paid for the room we decided to just stay at the hotel that night. Either way it was just a perfect thing to come home to after a long trip. (Insert sarcasm here)
And what did Wyatt think about his first time in a hotel??