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To lay the foundation of my day & emotional state this afternoon:<br><br>
My dad and I both had appts today at the same location (different offices) so we rode together. I had group therapy and it proved to be a bit stressful for me. I expect that at therapy. I worked through it and everything was fine. My mom picked me up and we took my 17 mo old niece to the dr down the road because she has an infected finger from when she broke it last Saturday (10 days ago). It was caught in the hinge area of the bedroom door at her house and cut it and broke the bone. It looks TERRIBLE. So we took her to the dr.<br><br>
We stopped at the grocery on the way home to pick up some meds for my dad. While in there, I get a call from dh asking when I thought I'd be home. His tone of voice was different. I knew something was up.<br><br>
He tells me he just stopped the house from burning down. I thought, "Oh, great. My stupid chili beans burned again because nobody stirred them!"<br><br>
Oh, how I wish it was that simple...<br><br>
It turns out, someone was playing with matches in the closet under the basement stairs and dh smelled smoke/fire so he got to searching. Dd told him where it was so he proceeded to try to put it out.<br><br>
I almost FREAKED in the grocery store line. I had to REALLY try to hold it together because we still hadn't gotten the meds yet and the line was slow.<br><br>
So we head home after getting the meds and realize we needed to make a stop at ANOTHER pharmacy for my niece's antibiotics for her finger. OMG. I thought we'd never get there. So we did that and headed home again.<br><br>
I was just in a fog, dazed, didn't know HOW to deal with this situation. I was upset w/ my daughter, unsure of what I'd say to her, and just in SHOCK that we could have lost our home and possibly lives.<br><br>
While we were heading home, my dad, who is disabled & on oxygen & has asthma, practically FLEW down the stairs to help dh put out the fire. It was mercifully small, somehow. Maybe the size of 2 fists, but they searched that closet HARD for smoldering embers and made sure the one box that had caught fire was truly out.<br><br>
It was not a good night.<br><br>
Kids are all in bed, now, we're all trying to come down from this stressful situation, dh is feeling awful from the smoke inhalation, I'm wired. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/img/vbsmilies/smilies/eyesroll.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="roll">
To lay the foundation of my day & emotional state this afternoon:<br><br>
My dad and I both had appts today at the same location (different offices) so we rode together. I had group therapy and it proved to be a bit stressful for me. I expect that at therapy. I worked through it and everything was fine. My mom picked me up and we took my 17 mo old niece to the dr down the road because she has an infected finger from when she broke it last Saturday (10 days ago). It was caught in the hinge area of the bedroom door at her house and cut it and broke the bone. It looks TERRIBLE. So we took her to the dr.<br><br>
We stopped at the grocery on the way home to pick up some meds for my dad. While in there, I get a call from dh asking when I thought I'd be home. His tone of voice was different. I knew something was up.<br><br>
He tells me he just stopped the house from burning down. I thought, "Oh, great. My stupid chili beans burned again because nobody stirred them!"<br><br>
Oh, how I wish it was that simple...<br><br>
It turns out, someone was playing with matches in the closet under the basement stairs and dh smelled smoke/fire so he got to searching. Dd told him where it was so he proceeded to try to put it out.<br><br>
I almost FREAKED in the grocery store line. I had to REALLY try to hold it together because we still hadn't gotten the meds yet and the line was slow.<br><br>
So we head home after getting the meds and realize we needed to make a stop at ANOTHER pharmacy for my niece's antibiotics for her finger. OMG. I thought we'd never get there. So we did that and headed home again.<br><br>
I was just in a fog, dazed, didn't know HOW to deal with this situation. I was upset w/ my daughter, unsure of what I'd say to her, and just in SHOCK that we could have lost our home and possibly lives.<br><br>
While we were heading home, my dad, who is disabled & on oxygen & has asthma, practically FLEW down the stairs to help dh put out the fire. It was mercifully small, somehow. Maybe the size of 2 fists, but they searched that closet HARD for smoldering embers and made sure the one box that had caught fire was truly out.<br><br>
It was not a good night.<br><br>
Kids are all in bed, now, we're all trying to come down from this stressful situation, dh is feeling awful from the smoke inhalation, I'm wired. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/img/vbsmilies/smilies/eyesroll.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="roll">