Where there's smoke....

I feel like I should rename this blog "Tales from singlemotherhood/nursing school/night shift hospital worker......

Well yesterday it was tales from singlemotherhood!

It was Saturday! Ahhh blessed Saturday! The ONLY day in the entire week that I can sleep past 7am. Sydnee is really good about getting up, not bothering me, turning on cartoons and snacking on approved breakfast snacks.

Well yesterday morning at about 7:45am I awake to Sydnee bursting in my room screaming "Mommy there's smoke!" My eyes fly open and I see that the room has a gray hazy tint to it. I yell some non G-rated words and fly downstairs. The house is completely gray, but there is no fire just a house filled with smoke. Beckham is standing by the couch gagging and spitting up black stuff. I grab him run to the bathroom throw open the window and help him get all the black out of his mouth.

Sydnee tells me that she was making waffles in the toaster and they started to turn black. So Beckham had tried to eat a black waffle. I don't know if the toaster short circuited or if she turned the cook time up (she swears she didn't and it was a $5 toaster) I open all the windows in the house, put a fan pointing out, then I realize WHY DIDN'T MY SMOKE DETECTORS GO OFF???? They didn't, so I need to get some new ones.

The kids spent the morning outside and I spent the morning trying to figure out how to make my house not smell like smoke. We are going to go through multiple bottles of febreeze because I would rather my house smell like Apple Spice than smoke!

Sometimes I don't know if I'm up to this. I get completely overwhelmed and I wonder how on earth I'm going to accomplish everything, but I don't really have much time to stop and ponder so I just keep swimming.

Something good....there was no fire. And we are all fine! All except the toaster, it was trashed and I got a new $15 one!
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