My husband is out of the country until Sunday, but I am at home with our one-year-old and my parents. We are without electricity, thanks to Hurricane Sandy. There's a gas shortage in the state that has our governor calling for rationing and has our neighbors standing in lines that go on for blocks and blocks. We're starting to get on each other's nerves. Luckily, we have managed to get out of the house. My father is a landscaper, so he is out cleaning up the mess the storm left behind. And the rest of us have gone to the nearby malls to charge our computers and phones, take advantage of their lights, food, and heat. In my case, it's a chance to get some work done. Right now, I'm operating on a computer that was charged by generator and a Verizon jetpack that has been a life saver.
Regardless, when you haven't had a warm shower for days, the baby is griping because his bottom is red and sore without a nightly bath, it's so cold at night that you are all huddled together in bed for warmth (in fact, the others are sleeping and snoring next to me right now), and you're sitting in the dark, you start to get cranky. When you get cranky, you have a short fuse. One little thing upsets you, and you light up like a firecracker and explode. Next thing you know, you are saying things to the ones you love that you don't really mean. So, if you are among those without power, who have started to turn on one another, take a deep breath. Remember that this will eventually be a memory. And consider the other victims who lost homes, cars, or worse, loved ones. Being stuck together won't seem so bad anymore. You might even start to like it.