Fun in the sun (and smoke)!

I’m trying to post something every day but some days are making that difficult.  Yesterday was a day filled with good, fun events but I was just plain tired and had to just get through them.   The day started off great…my friend Tracey and I were going to meet at the gym so I was rushing around trying to get the boys ready.  They wanted muffins for breakfast, so I turned on the oven and had them in the pan when I began to smell something strange.  It was kind of a burning smell, but not like food burning.  I didn’t think much of it and assumed that something gotten onto the bottom of the oven last time I used it.  So now, the oven was ready and I went to put the muffins in.  When I opened the door, a plume of smoke came out and I finally saw the source the odd smell.  We had pizza last weekend (I think that’s when it was) and the pizza boxes had been put in the oven, by me, of course, when there was still pizza in them (to keep them warm).  Someone, either my husband or I, had taken the last piece and left the boxes in there.  I know what you’re thinking and, no, I don’t use the oven very much.  When I wrote that I assumed that something had gotten onto the bottom of the oven last time I used it, I had no actual memory of when I had last used the oven, only a vague awareness that I, in fact, had used the oven before at some point in the past.  Therefore, the “something” that might have fallen to the bottom, could have been anything, since I can’t remember what I cooked last or when it was.  Sad, very sad. 

Anyway, the boxes were smoking and I had to put the whole house fan to get the smoke out of the house.  Luckily, no smoke alarms sounded.  Most of the time we use the whole house fan, it’s not to cool the house down but to get a smell out.  Again, sad.  Very sad.  Even sadder, is that this was at least the third time I have attempted to cremate pizza boxes in the oven.  I need to start checking to make sure the oven is empty BEFORE I turn it on.

Okay, so after the muffins were made and eaten, we went to the gym where nothing caught on fire.  Well, I assume it didn’t anyway.  Then we got home, I showered, Jack changed, and we rushed off to Tball.   Jack hit the heck out of a ball (coaches are pitching now) and it landed on the grass behind 2^nd base.  So technically it was an outfield hit.  They don’t call him Jackhammer for nothing!!  After Tball, we rushed home to get ready for the Tball end-of-season party at a park near our house.  It was Callen’s second day without a nap.  He’s still a napper but we just haven’t been home…poor guy, he loves his naps.  L   By the time we left the party, both boys were exhausted and I seriously needed a break.  It was 330pm and I got the boys bathed, in PJ’s, and comfy on the sofa with a movie so I could close my eyes for a minute.   I took a 20 minute nap and woke up with enough energy to get my chores done.  Whew, the day was almost over!!!  At 645, I put the boys to bed and they were already overtired at that point so it took a while to get them settled in.  So long story short (too late), the day was good except for almost burning the house down, a tired and unhappy 3 year old, and an exhausted and emotionally depleted mom who dropped the s-bomb (a story for another time).   Happy Sunday!!