Ice is the worst.
I remember, when I was a kid, there was a pretty damn bad ice storm in my home town.
First the power went. Then, some sort of valve on the city's water tower froze and dumped the entire contents on the courthouse square (yep, old Southern towns still have those).
So, for a solid week and a half, we had no water as well as no power. Natural gas lines were unheard of there.
I will say, the ice skating on the square would have been killer, but since the town's in South Carolina, not a damn soul had ice skates. Besides, no one could drive on the roads for a week. But, to keep the neighborhood kids occupied, my dad mounted an expedition, on foot, to see the frozen over courthouse square (about five miles round trip). Four or five inches of solid ice contained within an eight inch high concrete curb that surrounded the whole courthouse and its grounds.
Melting snow to flush toilets sux royally. We cooked in the fireplace and on a Coleman stove. Light was from a solitary Coleman lantern and candles.
My Dad (bless him) was not going to let that happen again. After both my folks were gone, I was saddled with the unsavory task of almost singlehandedly cleaning out the house they lived in for 45 years. I bet I hauled 300 gallons of water out of that damn house. Every closet (five bedrooms; three baths) had at least 10 gallons in it and some had much more.
I do recall , though, not feeling "put upon." Sucky though it was, it was the hand we were dealt and everyone else was in the same boat. We were never hungry or thirsty and made it through just fine...but, the freezer was damn near empty.