So if yesterday morning wasn't enough, the day continued to go downhill.
When I put my daughter down for a nap, I laid down too. Which is highly unusual, but I could barely function. I woke up less than an hour later to find the bright, sunny day had disappeared behind killer clouds and a green-grey sky. Lightening was flashing so brightly it seemed like camera flashes were exploding. The thunder shook the house. The electricity was off.
At three in the afternoon the house was so dark I couldn't even read the newspaper. Hurricane force winds (up to 80mph) blew the trees in our yard dangerously, and eventually felled at least three, one of which found its new home stretching from one side to the other of our driveway. Rain poured down so hard a river formed in front of our house. (We live on a hill... it is a virtual impossibility for there to be water there... and yet there was... enough to raft down)
When we have no electricity we have no water. We operate on a well system, which pumps the water from our well into our house by - you guessed it - electricity. So no electricity means no water. No light, no computers, no TV, no toilets, no air conditioning, no running water, no fridge.
It continued all night. We made it to the recital, where, completely drugged up and soaking wet, I managed to play through the pain and give my kids a great night. At least, it was memorable.
We came home to a dark house (except when the lightening flashed) and dropped into bed exhausted.
I woke up to a still-dark house with no water and a very throbbing finger. However, we didn't manage to burn the house down with candles, and no tree fell on anything we would need to rebuild, and the sun is shining. And I am at my mom's house, taking a shower, charging my phone and computer, and in general trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel.
And wondering if one of those famous Texas thunderstorms might make it into my book. And maybe Babs will cut her finger off. You never know....