Yesterday morning, pre-ice storm, I decided to cut up some vegetables so we would have part of dinner prepped in case the power went out. Eventually, my husband, who is off this week, came around the kitchen wondering why I was chopping carrots at 11 a.m.
“It’s for our warm vegetable salad tonight,” I said. “In case we lose power.”
“Are we going to lose power?”
“Well, I don’t know. Best to be prepared though.”
I recognized my tone was a little strident, possibly holier-than-thou, but I primly kept chopping. He stepped away silently and, post chop, I proceeded with my day, feeling extra smug about the fact that I thought to work out on the elliptical and then have a shower while we still had hot water.
Man, I thought to myself. My survival skills are on point.