OMG - Worst Mother of the Year Award goes to SARA!
Ya'll know that we're leaving for Nashville, TN tomorrow to see Thomas the Tank Engine on Saturday. Well, I thought I would be a step ahead of the game plan and swing by the car wash and bank after I picked up the boys from daycare. Everything was going just as I hoped until I got home.
Now, usually when I pick up the boys and get home, I get them both out of the car at the same time - Hunter usually walking and I carry Connor into the house. Today, I thought I would make an extra trip in first before I got them unbuckled to carry in mail, papers, shit that has been laying in my car for weeks...you know, Mommy's Car Syndrome - My car is definitely one of the worst. As soon as I walked in the door, the smell of gas hit me smack in the face. Grabbed the phone and called Doug, who was working today at the PD. I told him I smelled gas. He said to get out of the house and call the Fire Department. Uhm, HELLO?! You're in your friggin cop car - get on the radio and call it in to dispatch. You certainly know the f'ing address. So he does that. He gets here before the trucks do. The whole time, the boys were still buckled into their car seats and watching Thomas on the car DVD player.
A couple minutes after he gets here, I hear sirens coming from blocks away. WTF? SURELY they are not running lights and sirens. Uh, yeah, they are. Who would've guessed that smelling gas odor is considered a box alarm and brings out every friggin fire truck that the City owns. Now, I'm not one to draw attention to myself, but this is one hell of a way to do just that. The Mayor of our street was even right up here in the driveway, seeing what was going on (granted, she's not really the mayor but she thinks she owns this street and everyone that lives on it). The trucks kept coming and coming...of course, the boys loved it. Oye.
They checked the entire house and couldn't find anything. I remembered last night, while I was cleaning up the kitchen that Connor had defeated the child safety knobs that we have on our stove. I told Captain Brientenstein that he probably needed to check the knobs on the stove because Connor was in that area last night, I just didn't think to check the stove when we left the kitchen. He came back outside 10 minutes later and said that's what it was. It was on about the 10 o'clock position and he couldn't hear it being on, but as soon as he turned it over, it was already on so that was it. It's been on since last night - you know, that MIGHT have been what made me sick last night? I just thought of that - I don't know if that can cause nausea/vomiting or not, but if so, I betcha that's what it was.
So that was our bit of excitement this evening, although I really could have gone without it. How friggin embarassing is that?! Ahhhhhh...
Now, usually when I pick up the boys and get home, I get them both out of the car at the same time - Hunter usually walking and I carry Connor into the house. Today, I thought I would make an extra trip in first before I got them unbuckled to carry in mail, papers, shit that has been laying in my car for weeks...you know, Mommy's Car Syndrome - My car is definitely one of the worst. As soon as I walked in the door, the smell of gas hit me smack in the face. Grabbed the phone and called Doug, who was working today at the PD. I told him I smelled gas. He said to get out of the house and call the Fire Department. Uhm, HELLO?! You're in your friggin cop car - get on the radio and call it in to dispatch. You certainly know the f'ing address. So he does that. He gets here before the trucks do. The whole time, the boys were still buckled into their car seats and watching Thomas on the car DVD player.
A couple minutes after he gets here, I hear sirens coming from blocks away. WTF? SURELY they are not running lights and sirens. Uh, yeah, they are. Who would've guessed that smelling gas odor is considered a box alarm and brings out every friggin fire truck that the City owns. Now, I'm not one to draw attention to myself, but this is one hell of a way to do just that. The Mayor of our street was even right up here in the driveway, seeing what was going on (granted, she's not really the mayor but she thinks she owns this street and everyone that lives on it). The trucks kept coming and coming...of course, the boys loved it. Oye.
They checked the entire house and couldn't find anything. I remembered last night, while I was cleaning up the kitchen that Connor had defeated the child safety knobs that we have on our stove. I told Captain Brientenstein that he probably needed to check the knobs on the stove because Connor was in that area last night, I just didn't think to check the stove when we left the kitchen. He came back outside 10 minutes later and said that's what it was. It was on about the 10 o'clock position and he couldn't hear it being on, but as soon as he turned it over, it was already on so that was it. It's been on since last night - you know, that MIGHT have been what made me sick last night? I just thought of that - I don't know if that can cause nausea/vomiting or not, but if so, I betcha that's what it was.
So that was our bit of excitement this evening, although I really could have gone without it. How friggin embarassing is that?! Ahhhhhh...
posted by Sara at 7:01 PM
3 Comments:
Wow Sara, that is some excitement and scary. I'm not a big fan of gas stoves, maybe because I've never had one, but hubby's mom has one and I don't like using it, just the idea of seeing the flame in the house, buring away bothers me I guess.
Glad everything turned out ok and yes I think that can make you ill
I say that makes you a great mommy! Quick action is so important.
I have a gas stove and like it ok. The only thing I don't like about it is that water seems to take forever to boil. lol
Have a great time with Thomas this weekend!
Wow Sara you are a great mommy to realize that! Have fun in TN!!!
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