So, yesterday something happened that was a first for all of us.
There was a fire in our house, and I had to call 911.
Ok, well that's the dramatic version.. there wasn't REALLY a "fire" and I probably (most definitely) didn't HAVE to call them, but my neighbor said I should. Here's how it all went down:
Ky was having his lunch of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and pasta and I was making myself a taco salad. I popped a taco shell in the toaster, took out the cheese, dressing, lettuce, and began heating up our leftover taco meat from last night in the microwave. A few minutes later, our basic smoke alarm started going off. This didn't tip me off at all because that damn thing goes off ALL THE TIME. I just wave a dishrag in front of it and it stops... but that's usually when I have the oven on, and I didn't think I did so I went to check the oven and it was off. Then I noticed all this smoke around the microwave so I quickly opened it and took out the taco meat I had been re-heating... it was fine. Not burned or anything. But then the smoke started getting worse. And THEN, our ADT security system started yelling at me.
"FIRE. THERE IS A FIRE IN THE HOUSE. PLEASE LEAVE THE HOUSE. EVACUATE! EVACUATE! THERE IS A FIRE IN THE HOUSE."
And that's precisely when I freaaaaaaaaaaaked out. The smoke began filling the kitchen and the smoke alarm was still buzzing and ADT was yelling at me and I had NO idea where it was coming from. My mind started swarming... "EFF, I LEFT MY FLAT IRON ON!!!!!" I RACED upstairs to check it... nope, it was off. "OMG THE LIGHT FELL AND CAUGHT KY'S CRIB ON FIRE." Ran to his room. Nope, everything was fine. Ran downstairs to check the oven again and the whole kitchen was filling up with smoke. Then, I thought, "OMG maybe it's the house next door thats on fire!" It was then I knew I just had to get my kids out of the house. I grabbed Ariana first because she couldn't run away. I opened the front door and ran outside and THANKFULLY our neighbor was walking her dog so I handed her the baby and ran back inside to grab Ky who was screaming. I took him out of his high chair, barefoot and all, grabbed my car keys and put both the babies and the dog in the car.
We could still smell the smoke and see it in the house since the front door was still open. My neighbor said I should call 911 so I did. Once they said they were sending the fire department, I called my parents and they drove over, too. I tried calling Hubs but he didn't answer (shocker). I was still freaking out. Ky refused to sit in his car seat, so I strapped him in the passenger seat and he was pushing the buttons on the dash. The baby was losing her mind so I took her car seat out of the car and had her on the floor. I tried replaying the last 15 minutes in my brain to figure out WHAT THE HECK was causing the fire. I was in such a frenzy that I even dropped my brand new iPhone and cracked the screen. The least of my worries at the moment.
Finally, the fire department came and asked if we were all outside and I confirmed we were. They brought FOUR fire trucks, an ambulance, about 10 firemen with hatchets and helmets and oxygen tanks... it was crazy. They walked inside and were looking around and approximately three minutes later, one of them comes outside with my toaster. THE FREAKING TACO SHELL. I couldn't believe I had forgotten about it. It was BLACK. I was so embarrassed. They assured me it was fine, "better safe than sorry," and it happens all the time but I couldn't help smacking my palm to my forehead. The freaking taco shell. UGH.
I was so freaked out and panicked over the whole thing, especially since I had forgotten about the taco and had no idea what was happening. I pictured our home burning to the ground in a pile of ashes. I was just thankful that I reacted fairly quickly and was able to get both the kids and the dog out of the house. Good news, though.... As much as I complain, I really, REALLY like my kids. If you had asked me yesterday, "If your house was on fire, what would you grab?" I probably would have been like, "My kids, my Louis Vuitton tote, my wedding photo album..." Um, no. My LV tote was sitting within arm's reach, in plain sight, and all I grabbed were my babies and my car keys in case I really needed to leave. That's true love, kids and don't you forget it. So, all in all, a pretty eventful day and one that ended in me feeling pretty sheepish/stupid. But, at least Ky loved seeing all the firetrucks...