Flash. Bang. Pop.

Three little words.
Three little words that describe the electricity transformer outside our house at 12 a.m.  The bang was so frighteningly loud that it woke all three kids up.  Plus the world was plunged into darkness, absence of white noise and no fan.  And it is hot right now.  My response: FAN-tastic.
The kids wanted to come into bed with us because they were scared.  I said No Way.  It is too hot.
I sort of drifted off - tying to lie as still as possible and appreciating every stray waft of breeze that occasionally came our way.
I think there were a crowd of onlookers by the transformer trying to analyse the situation.  There were definitely dogs barking. My children woke me up a few times.  But finally, thankfully, the electricity was restored - I am very grateful that someone was working at that ridiculous time of night. 2:30.  The alarm went off way too early for all of us this morning!
It was Elem track and field day (Sports Day - actually two hours, but plenty in the hot sun) too, so my kids were pretty tired by tonight.  Naomi was grouchy all day.  She insisted she was not tired when we put her to bed but she was asleep before Steve even came downstairs.