My eyes are stinging…
Brandon comes into my bedroom in the morning. I open a bleary eye and look at him.
“Mama, popcorn.”
I hear the microwave running and jump out of bed. I reach the top of my stairs and look down.
My entire main floor is covered in smoke!
Thick smoke is wafting throughout the main floor. I race towards the kitchen and turn off the microwave. The popcorn bag is on fire in the microwave and my microwave is yellow inside with smoke billowing out of it.
I grab the popcorn bag and toss it outside on the cement. I frantically rush around opening windows and doors all over trying to get rid of the smoke. I quickly rush upstairs, open all the windows and close all the bedroom doors. I run downstairs and close the basement door. I light 20 candles trying to get rid of the smell.
I don’t think my fire alarm works or it’s a stupid alarm. Just how much smoke does there have to be before it goes off?
My eyes are stinging, I feel like crawling around on the floor so I can get fresh air. My lungs are filled with this reprehensible, vile smelling smoke. It’s horrible. My house stinks like burnt popcorn. It’s just disgusting. I’m not impressed. Why does this child terrorise my house? Why did I have to get the mischievous kids? Why couldn’t I have calm children?
*sigh* It’s only 9am… way too early to be dealing with this.
My first reaction is, “Wow, that’s scary! I’m not looking forward to when my kids are old enough to get in that sort of trouble.” But then my second thought is, “Wow, you were still in bed at 9 o’clock! What’s that like?!”
Comment by Booray — August 24, 2005 @ 3:25 pm
It’s nice, however, it just means my kids terrorise the house while I sleep those few precious hours until 10am. Usually they just grab yogurt tubes, fruit or cereal for breakfast, then go watch cartoons. My oldest is 7 so she helps the younger 2 get food. But this wonderful bliss is only lasting until September 1.
Comment by blackberriesgirl — August 24, 2005 @ 10:52 pm