|just have get it all out.... blog
It's been a long long weekend. The kind a girl needs a few days to recover from!
SO- the guys got started on the nursery closet and wall. Dh is having a good friend help. I know in advance I shouldn't complain, as he's doing this free but.... when someone tells you they'd be there at 9 and then shows up at 11, suddenly has to run because he's out of time, asks you to call with the final measurements so he can advise how much lumber/supplies we will need... and then doesn't return your calls for two days... well, you get a little pissy. So we're some where between progress and a standstill. : )
I took Ds to the mall to play in the bookstore play area and ran into friends shortly there after. We had a decent time visiting, and then in some act of idiocy in me decide to hike to the food court to ride the train and get a treat. We stopped in the new toy store and priced out his school uniforms along the way. I am suppose to be walking 30 minutes a day anyways, so the thought of doing this in air conditioning was really appealing. Needless to say, since little bit is riding low these days, a back ache started. We finally ended up back at the car- me in tears. I went home and slept for 12 hours straight!
Which, in hindsight, wasn't so great for my sugar levels.
Sunday we all wake up really late. Its the big day for DS's birthday at McDonald's. We roll out of the house with minutes to spare.... only to get a bunch of flack from the manager when we arrive. Apparently no one told her we had scheduled a party and they were completely unprepared. To shorten this part up- they fixed it! In fact they went above and beyond! The party was perfect! Hen was so happy! It couldn't have been better no matter what!
We close up the party and get home. The phone rings. MIL's brakes have gone out and SIL calls to tell us about it. So we load up and head over. The idea is that DH will take the car up to the shop and drop it off for a Monday apt. I will pick him up from there. Only problem is when we walk in she says "smell that?" Uh. yeah, we all do. It's propane. (Or something really like it.)
While we sit there trying to decide what course of action to take MIL dials up 911. (Say what!!) The attendant tells us to get out immediately. By the time we walk out to the car there are 4 full size fire engines pulling up and a hoard of local children come running into the yard.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you wish you could disappear or crawl under a rock? Yeah- this is my moment.
Neighbors are running around, kids are squealing with excitement, dogs are barking. At least 10 guys in full gear go racing into my Mil's apt- it cant be 700 square feet so where they all fit I don't know. I really do mean full gear- axes, o2 tanks, the works. (Dh said later as we rehashed the details he heard one of the radios broadcasting fully engulfed.) We were kind of stunned- I mean all we had was an unidentifiable smell... Anyhow, after touring the place and the neighbors, becuase its a duplex, after all the details were compiled and fact checked twice we were given their final verdict.
No propane, the area was completely safe, with a high recommendation to remove her trash can. That is where the smell was coming from. I could have died on the spot. It sure is funny today though!