Ice Storm

We had some storm damage in the ice storm last week and Andy's been working like a dog. He worked Friday night until 4:30 am Saturday morning and then since has worked 6 am to 1130 pm each day. We've hardly seen him though last night we did get to see him for a little while though he was working. I took some pics and posted them above.

Luckily it looks like the storm work is just about done and so hopefully we will have him back as normal starting tonight. We've all missed him but for some reason this storm has really hit the boys hard. I think it's easier knowing your Dad is 1500 miles away than to know he's coming home to sleep at night (if only for a little while) and not getting to see him except for a few minutes in the mornings.

I told him yesterday that all this working all the time was starting to wear me out. Tuesday night I was so exhausted that I never heard him come in and never even knew he was in bed with me until almost morning. I could have had a stranger climb into bed with me and never known it. That's a scary thought.

Here are a few pics of our storm damage. It was rainy that day so I only took pics of what I could see from the back door so this doesn't really do justice to all the limbs but you get the idea.

Adjusting Again...

So last week I was trying to adjust to running a household by myself again while Andy was gone to Kentucky to help restore power to those who lost power after the ice storm. Andy got home safely last night (Thank God)! It was so wonderful to see him again though I must admit he looked the worse for wear. Such a tired guy after sleeping in his truck all that time and working 18 hour days. That said it was so nice to have an adult in the house, let alone my husband. It was somewhat odd though. I guess I had become so accustomed to having him gone that now I am adjusting to having him home...as are the kids. And I know he's adjusting to having us around.

The fun part is that we seem to be re-discovering eachother and how much we really enjoy eachother. For instance he must have smelled me a dozen times last night, each time telling me how good I smell. I guess now I know that I smell better than the 500 lineman he worked with for the last two weeks! Good to know.

So for now it feels like dating again and that's so fun. I guess that's the great part about storms. I know that the few times a year that he has to leave for a couple weeks, when he returns we will have a short little honeymoon again. That sure makes storms nice for me! That and the money is pretty hard to pass up!

The Life of a Lineman..

There is a saying that my husband repeats frequently, "The life of a lineman...love it or leave it.."


It's not that he's indifferent, just that he uses that sentiment I think sometimes as a way to reassure himself when he's maybe a little bit resentful of the interruptions that so often change our plans. Other times it is more a way of reminding me that I knew what I was getting into, when I entered into this ever after with him.


This week he has traveled to Kentucky to help restore power to the 607,000 (last count I saw in print yesterday) Kentuckians who are without power after the recent ice storm there. Usually the question of whether to go or stay is an easy one. He usually goes. The money is good and the lineman love the excitement of storms.


This one was different though because our son will celebrate a Birthday while he's gone. We let our child decide. When we told him about the children in Kentucky without heat, he selflessly sacrificed his Dad so that others would have power. He asked if his Dad would please let the people in KY know that he had given up having his Dad with him on his special day so that they could have heat. We told him that we thought he was making a very sweet sacrifice and that we would make it up to him when Dad returned.


So he took advantage of the moment and asked to go to Disneyland or just Florida. He's sweet, but not a Saint. Needless to say he won't be going to Florida when Dad gets back!


May God Bless the Lineman working 18 hour days this week to restore power. Keep them safe and bring them home soon. We put our husbands, brothers, fathers and sons in your hands.