I snagged an hour pass to run a few errands last night.
J rolled in from work as I finished making the girls' dinner. The RGs were situated at the table and working on picking apart their food and J decided to fry up some mystery meat as I prepared to leave.
Just as I was closing the door, the smoking skillet set off the fire alarms.
The girls were screaming "CALL 9-1-1!" as the kitchen filled with smoke.
I thought, briefly, about going back to help.
And then...
I ran.
(it was all fine when I got home)
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No shame. I heard a bedtime tantrum going on the other night and I was shamelessly glad I was nursing the baby and putting her down. I may have even taken a little longer than necessary...read an extra book or two...you know.
Ha!
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