My Little Kingdom

A day in the life of me and my kingdom. Thoughts of a mother of four amazing little boys, a wife of an incredible husband and a woman trying not to forget about herself.

November 11, 2005

One Call That's All

The time had come. I needed to return a phone call before I put it off any longer. Everyone was relatively quiet and content and I figured now’s my chance, it’ll be real quick. Ok, get right to the point, accomplish the task and hang up. Upon hanging up I turned around to find that my 2 year old had decided to make his own bagel using the microwave. Smoke was billowing out from it. I scooped him in my arm surveying the situation as I darted out front with him. I set him on the front porch and went back in to open all the windows and doors and turn on the fans. I peeked inside the microwave to see what I was up against. One last billow of smoke came pouring out and there in the middle of the microwave was a mostly melted partially petrified pile of black goo. Yes, melted, sticky, eewie gooie goo. I think it was the raisins that contributed to the goo factor. After getting that under control I went up stairs to check on the boys who were unusually quiet. The oldest had exercised his creativity and had taken down all the hangers in his closet and made a 3-D sculpture in his bedroom. Insisting that I leave it up to admire. While the other brother had decided to go camping and set up camp in his little brother’s room. With sleeping bags, blankets, books, toys and all those really important necessities piled up around him. He was a very proud camper, after all he did set up camp all by himself. All of this in under three minutes probably more like two. Cameron came down wondering why it was so cold and smelled like smoke. I told him I had returned someone’s call. He responded with an ‘aah’, turned around and went back upstairs. Needn’t say anymore. It’s taken over a week of scrubbing and deodorizing to get the stench of burnt bagel out of our home and the microwave still gives that aroma in a gentle but pungent waft when you open it’s door.

Now for those of you who know me, we have four boys. What was the littlest little brother doing during all this? He was bouncing on my hip through the entire ordeal. And people wonder why I love email sooo much.