You could spend three hours running back and forth from couch to bathroom with that same child wondering what on earth you are going to do for adult coverage the next day knowing you just took a rare sick day yourself.
You could get so used to running back and forth that on the 10th trip, be completely shocked to find yourself upside down one second and laying on the ground the next with a very sore butt and arm.
You could want to do all sorts of severe damage to the germ-a-phobe that thought it would be a good idea to spray Lysol all over the floor leading to the bathroom that causes your “trip”.
You could be amazed that this same germ-a-phobe, rarely pokes his head out of his room, until his little sister is throwing up causing him to grab a can of Lysol and release is slippery substance all over your floors.
You could jump out of bed a mere few hours later, panicked that your alarm didn’t go off to realize that the power is out and it’s only 4am.
You could gather all the kids who were sleeping in the basement in make-shift igloos and huddle them around the fireplace listening to the crackling of the trees heavy with ice.
You could watch the transformer blow up outside, lighting up the sky in pretty colors, explain to the kids that no, it is not lightening, then jump a mile when your two beautiful Birch trees come crashing down from the weight of the ice.
You could be sitting at work un-showered, with no make-up hiding from everyone because you refuse to call off even if the trees were blocking your driveway and you had to hitch a ride.
You could have gotten home from work, raced into the shower mere seconds after the power came back on knowing it may be a small window of opportunity until the power goes out again because snow is piling on top of the ice.
Like I said, a lot could happen in 24 hours……
