July 25, 2005

EEP!

Yesterday we needed to do our dry goods hurricane shopping. I had been negligent in other than water, batteries, and flashlights. Son#2 elected to go with me, assuring me he knew all his brothers’ favorites. The other two ran errands with their Dad.

I wasn’t looking forward to hurricane food shopping. We found out during Jeanne and Frances that my kids HATE canned food. They had never had Chef Boyardee Ravioli or Spaghettio’s and what I figured was something kids loved, but was something I have not had in our home, was something they would garner as a treat. Oh how wrong I was. They acted as if I was poisoning them… which is why I never kept that crap in the house to begin with. It’s full of chemicals.

And what I also realized during the hurricanes is, what I remembered as a pleasant memory as a child has changed. Vienna sausages, that I loved as a kid, now taste like fat sticks. After a bite of one, my body rebelled. Taking a second bite of that fat sausage was more than I could stomach. Blech.

So off Son#2 and I went to Publix, to try to find something the kids would eat and not whine about if the power is out for a significant amount of time. I’m all about no whining.

We were filling up our cart and I was receiving quite the dissertation from Son#2, who is 8, as to what tastes like junk in a can, and what they think is acceptable to their discerning palate.

And then… the lights went out. BAM!, it was black as pitch. After getting over the initial shock, I waved my hand in front of my face to see if I could see any movement at all. None. And it doesn’t help that my vision is not the best, and I was not wearing my glasses, and when it is dark, my depth perception is off anyway if I’m glasses free.

I quickly realized that my son would be panicked, so I started to talk to him, so I could find him and assure him there was NOTHING of which to be afraid.

In a quiet voice I said, “Little buddy, say something so I can follow your voice and take your hand.”

Nothing.

“Son, if you don’t make any noise, I cannot find you. Just say my name a few times and I’ll find you.”

Nothing.

Then Pop!, the generator kicked in. I stood not a foot from him; he was staring up at me, his blue crystalline colored eyes with a well of tears just beginning their formation and a slight quiver to his lower lip.

I took his chin in my hand, wiping a tear from his eye with my thumb and said, “Why didn’t you call my name? I would have found you. You were so close.”

His reply was, “I tried Mom! I opened my mouth, but all that came out was EEP!”

The poor kid was so scared he couldn’t say a word. Have not we all had these nightmares, where someone is chasing us and we have to yell for help, but nothing comes out?

So now the family joke is, when it is quiet, someone will say, “EEP!”

Posted by Boudicca at July 25, 2005 10:17 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Awww, poor guy!

And yes, I was quite fond of the Vienna Sausage myself. Not so much anymore. Last hurricane I bout 6 cans. I donated 5 cans last year!

My family favorite now? Ring Bologna. Not hurricane food....but that's what that reminded me of.

Posted by: Sissy at July 25, 2005 10:52 PM

.. an absolutely beautiful story... poor guy...

Posted by: Eric at July 26, 2005 08:04 AM

Poor kid, I've never had that nighmare nor that issue, but I can sympathize with it.

Posted by: Contagion at July 26, 2005 08:27 AM

I laughed and cried at the same time reading that. I so know that feeling. At least his momma was there to comfort him. Poor baby.

Posted by: Oddybobo at July 26, 2005 10:52 AM

Oh, bless his little heart. "EEP!", LOL :-)

Posted by: Sally at July 26, 2005 01:18 PM

I told someone the story of vienna sausages today. She then proceeded to tell me she loved them, and not only that...

SHE DRANK THE JUICE when she was done! I thought I would ralph right there!

Posted by: Sissy at July 26, 2005 08:48 PM

I love it! Poor kid, I think I know how he felt!
Thanks for a great post. GuyK

Posted by: GUYK at July 27, 2005 10:43 AM

SPAM! BUY SOME SPAM! It's shelf life is about 2,322 years! SPAM!

(I wonder if this will get caught by a filter...)

And hey, didn't you get the directions? You're not supposed to shop for hurricane supplies until the DAY BEFORE the hurricane! Come on, you're messing it up for everyone else!

Posted by: Ogre at July 27, 2005 11:11 AM

Ohhh! Little sweetie!!!

Posted by: Marie at July 28, 2005 08:49 AM