It’s hard to be perfect at work. Everyone has a goof here or there. On occasion, I used to send emails without an attachment or forget to dial 9 to get out of the building while faxing, but things are different as a stay-at-home parent. Making an error can have amplified consequences.
Yesterday morning I was in the zone. Ava was in her Fisher-Price Space Saver high chair and Charlie was in the bouncer. I finished making myself an egg sandwich and already had the dishwasher unloaded. I was sipping coffee and shuffling along to the Fresh Beat Band as Ava finished eating, then moved us all to the living room for a few minutes of digestion in front of the tube.
As I lay on the sofa, with Charlie hoisted above me playing Superman, I noticed a smell. Little Clark Kent pointed into the distance (kitchen) and I turned to acknowledge a monster wave of smoke filling the room.
It was 9:24am on a Wednesday morning and I had a kitchen fire.
I guess I left the burner on while finishing my eggs and it just so happened, that’s where I parked Ava’s tray-top when she was finished. My adrenaline was pumping as I held Charlie side-saddle away from the action and knocked the blaze down with a torrent of water from the kitchen sink water gun.
I spent the afternoon scraping melted plastic off the range and went through 3 scented candles to mask the smell. Jen came home from work and said ‘it smelled very nice’ in our house. I’ve got the tray-top hidden in the garage.
Needless to say, I’ve gotta replace this fucker before she notices, blows a gasket and I get fired.
Plus, I should have an irate call from my Mom in 3…2…1…
EDITOR’S NOTE: Please feel free to hit ‘comment’ and share one of your own parenting blunders. God knows, it will take the heat (pun intended) off of me for a minute.