Last week, I woke up to realize that our household power had gone off.
I knew all of us had a storm through the night, but it wasn’t terrible enough at the time that I was distraught all of us wouldn’t have any power this day.
Normally, this entire loss of power wouldn’t bother me, but I had fifteen tweeners in my basement, getting ready to wake up for dinner. I had a total electric lake house at that point with nothing but frigid cereal for dinner, since nothing worked. My child was the first to rapidly trudge up the steps and ask what was for dinner. When I told her cereal, she seemed to completely deflate. She said she thought all of us could go out for dinner. I tried to explain that the whole entire city was out of power and none of the steakhouses were open. When she grumbled softly and walked away, I went online and looked for any steakhouse that would deliver to our location. I found a single fast-food steakhouse that still had power. I called and asked if they had the normal dinner sandwich delivery available. It didn’t take long for their food delivery repair to finally show up at my door. I had ordered several of each dinner sandwich they had placed on the menu. I figured I could regularly freeze what they didn’t eat. The food delivery repair driver honestly looked at me oddly when she handed more than three bags filled with sandwiches and another bin with twenty bags of hash browns. She also dropped off about a dozen containers of chocolate milk. Thanks to the dinner sandwich delivery service, I was a beloved Dad again. I took a severe situation and turned it into the best sleepover.