Sometimes, it’s tempting to romanticise all that is rustic. I don’t know if it’s just that I am a momma who values simplicity in the lives of her children, or if it’s because I am a keen veggie gardener whose 1970′s upbringing included a reverence for self-sufficiency?
Anyway, those gnarly storms that hit us on Tuesday night left this family without power for 2 days, and now that it is back, I have never been so in love with electricity. Gotta say, though: I DID love waking and sleeping in alignment with what the sun was doing. Our poor wee caveman bodies are a bit confused by what faux lights do to our circadian rhythms. I think we’d have less drama about babies’ sleep if we had slightly less spazzy sleep habits ourselves. Anyway: Mt. Laundry is waiting for me after the washing machine hiatus. Reminding me anew to be grateful for my modern mama life, with the absolute absence of time spent scrubbing clothing against rocks.