What you find out -
Sep. 24th, 2009 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgI had a wee sample bottle of Irish whiskey, tucked away from a trip to BevMo - don't ask me what it was now, it didn't impress me all that much.
Not before being pounded with candy corn and mallocreme pumpkins or by itself.
Now, now. I can explain.
(For the record? I was very surprised the combination is AWESOME. WTF.)
Remember yesterday being the day of Things Not Working? It didn't end when I got home - and for one unlucky bunch of folks, it got REALLY bad.
As in their house caught fire, totally involved bad.
But from my house, all I could see was black smoke coming up from behind my back fence - the one I share with a light industrial park, and it smelled like burning light industrial park as much as burning single family house.
This is after I had determined it wasn't my house on fire, of course. Hey, who needs house fire #4?
And kid hadn't had a nap at daycare again - and predictably, was dawdling over dinner, really too tired to be very interested in anything.
Jim is in the bathroom having a moment, and ignoring me shouting for him.
I tried stepping outside to look down the block and quickly determined I wasn't going to be able to determine our exposure without getting in the car and going around the block - so ran back in, yelled through the bathroom door THAT THERE'S A FIRE IN THE BACKYARD and gave very terse directions. Get ready to bug out, I'll be right back.
(We'd have to load both cars to get the three of us, and then the three cats loaded. It would take more than thirty seconds, doncha know.)
Xander was completely spooked - but I was able to go get in the car, drive down the street, verify that someone's house was on fire (BIG response, I counted five engine companies), not the industrial park and we were not going to be hit by it, drove back home and stood down.
And then tried to explain to Xander that someone's house was on fire, it was being taken care of and no, I don't know what happened to set it on fire. Only that it is, the fireman are there and everything is okay now.
There's also a bath to get done - which the boys do - and trying to get one book read is too much to ask, so I take kid to bed, cuddle and put down.
I also sit with him. Swear to God, the moment the feet and hands got still, he was OUT. Thuddy thud thud.
While I still hear sirens. Now, it sounds like they're headed for the hospitals. I still don't know much more than what I gathered that way - but whatever it was, it was as bad a thing as you'd see. House fire, with injuries. Big bad juju.
That's when I went back to my laptop, sampled the whiskey...put it aside and got down the candy. Nope, no ants. Win.
(I understand you can eat Fruit Loops with root beer, but I haven't done it yet.)
Discovered that this combination is win, simply by accident of not really thinking very much about it and oh, wow candy still in mouth, add booze.
Shut the computer down, took a book to bed - and about two hours later, Xander has a night terror and the only thing I can decipher is 'Mama.'
No, he didn't wake up - but I tucked in for half an hour with him anyway. I'd really scared him, poor kid. This potential loss anxiety is going to have to get addressed - it's just not fair.
I hope he got his nap today - you can see that this is not a good combination going to the evening, even if it means he goes to sleep a bit earlier.
I'm angling for food out tonight.
Not before being pounded with candy corn and mallocreme pumpkins or by itself.
Now, now. I can explain.
(For the record? I was very surprised the combination is AWESOME. WTF.)
Remember yesterday being the day of Things Not Working? It didn't end when I got home - and for one unlucky bunch of folks, it got REALLY bad.
As in their house caught fire, totally involved bad.
But from my house, all I could see was black smoke coming up from behind my back fence - the one I share with a light industrial park, and it smelled like burning light industrial park as much as burning single family house.
This is after I had determined it wasn't my house on fire, of course. Hey, who needs house fire #4?
And kid hadn't had a nap at daycare again - and predictably, was dawdling over dinner, really too tired to be very interested in anything.
Jim is in the bathroom having a moment, and ignoring me shouting for him.
I tried stepping outside to look down the block and quickly determined I wasn't going to be able to determine our exposure without getting in the car and going around the block - so ran back in, yelled through the bathroom door THAT THERE'S A FIRE IN THE BACKYARD and gave very terse directions. Get ready to bug out, I'll be right back.
(We'd have to load both cars to get the three of us, and then the three cats loaded. It would take more than thirty seconds, doncha know.)
Xander was completely spooked - but I was able to go get in the car, drive down the street, verify that someone's house was on fire (BIG response, I counted five engine companies), not the industrial park and we were not going to be hit by it, drove back home and stood down.
And then tried to explain to Xander that someone's house was on fire, it was being taken care of and no, I don't know what happened to set it on fire. Only that it is, the fireman are there and everything is okay now.
There's also a bath to get done - which the boys do - and trying to get one book read is too much to ask, so I take kid to bed, cuddle and put down.
I also sit with him. Swear to God, the moment the feet and hands got still, he was OUT. Thuddy thud thud.
While I still hear sirens. Now, it sounds like they're headed for the hospitals. I still don't know much more than what I gathered that way - but whatever it was, it was as bad a thing as you'd see. House fire, with injuries. Big bad juju.
That's when I went back to my laptop, sampled the whiskey...put it aside and got down the candy. Nope, no ants. Win.
(I understand you can eat Fruit Loops with root beer, but I haven't done it yet.)
Discovered that this combination is win, simply by accident of not really thinking very much about it and oh, wow candy still in mouth, add booze.
Shut the computer down, took a book to bed - and about two hours later, Xander has a night terror and the only thing I can decipher is 'Mama.'
No, he didn't wake up - but I tucked in for half an hour with him anyway. I'd really scared him, poor kid. This potential loss anxiety is going to have to get addressed - it's just not fair.
I hope he got his nap today - you can see that this is not a good combination going to the evening, even if it means he goes to sleep a bit earlier.
I'm angling for food out tonight.
