On Wednesdays I take Sam to the Little Gym for 45 minutes of structured insanity. He loves it and usually sleeps like a champ afterwards, giving me time to recuperate. Today I decided to stop off at the grocery store before heading home, since it's kind of on the way. I didn't buy much, but most of what I picked up needed to be refrigerated. Sausage, yogurt, heavy whipping cream for the strawberry shortcake I've been jonesing for, etc. I ended up with three heavy-ish shopping bags, Sam and the diaper bag to navigate into the house. Usually this would be easy-peasy, but as our travels brought us closer to home, I noticed that all of the traffic lights were out.
I shouldn't have been surprised when I got home and the maintenance man informed me that the power was out. I was, but that's because I'm stupid and generally preoccupied with day dreams of berries and fresh whipped cream on little yellow cakes of delight.
Naturally, our elevator runs on power. I like to imagine that there is a small team of oxen somewhere below the surface of the earth pulling our elevator cables, but alas this is not the case. So I wrestled Sam and the groceries and the diaper bag (which was possibly the heaviest of all the bags. WTF do I have in there, gold bricks?) up three flights of stairs into a no longer air conditioned apartment. I then collapsed and forgot to put the sausage, yogurt, heavy whipping cream, etc. into the tepid refrigerator.
Luckily, the power came back on about 30 seconds later, which helped me to remember.
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