Dear Neighbors,
I'm not quite sure where to begin. When you came over to help the other day, you were met with a pretty typical day in our house. I'm sorry if it frightened you, but you couldn't have known.
You couldn't have known that earlier, I decided to start working out, like first time this year working out. Getting dressed in my yoga pants and t shirt, I faced our treadmill head on. After a good stretch, I climbed up to push start, only to begin running with a new sense of empowerment. This sense was immediately met with a fuse blowing, causing the treadmill to stop on a dime.
After literally face planting it, (that'll teach me to work out), I was met with an annoying *beep* for the remainder of the day from some random smoke detector. It was incessant, but oh well.
You couldn't have known that our cat, who is 1000 years old, is on her last leg. All four kids sit around her petting her nose as she lies on the floor while I struggle with whether to take her to be put down or keep her home. It makes our dog, who just turned one, crazy by the way, because all she wants to do is push the kids aside, so she can lick the cat...I'm not quite sure if it's for support...or as an appetizer.
Speaking of appetizers, you couldn't have known that I was trying something new for dinner. Roasted chicken with sweet potatoes. Who would've thought that by cleaning and stabbing sweet potatoes, they would drip down onto your oven, causing the most horrible smell and smoke all throughout your house.
Guess what happens when smoke occurs? Yep. Smoke detectors. Even though I know that a smoke detector should NOT be used as a timer when making meals, in this case, no matter what I tried, opening every window, door, fanning every pillow...the timer (ahem) smoke detectors would not shut off.
So, dear neighbors, needless to say, as you stood in your driveway and turned to see the chaos that ensued while four kids in shorts and t shirts ran around outside in the freezing cold, screaming "FIRE!", while the windows and doors were open, me with a pillow chasing the dog down from flying through the yard from ear splitting pain and a limpy cat trying to hack up a fur ball, you didn't judge.
You did what any awesome neighbor would do and came in, without thinking, tsking or shaking your heads, you helped chase down a runaway dog, stepped over a dying cat, ignored putrid smells, walked through a smoky house...all while dodging wild children to go into the garage and flip the fuse box thingy. (Why didn't I think of that?)
In literally one second, there was peace. For one split, glorious second, the alarms stopped and it was quiet. I can't thank you enough for that one and only fraction of time, but it meant so much.
Thank you again Monica and Matt! The world is a better place because of friends like you. I would make you dinner, but well, you know. XO
I'm not quite sure where to begin. When you came over to help the other day, you were met with a pretty typical day in our house. I'm sorry if it frightened you, but you couldn't have known.
You couldn't have known that earlier, I decided to start working out, like first time this year working out. Getting dressed in my yoga pants and t shirt, I faced our treadmill head on. After a good stretch, I climbed up to push start, only to begin running with a new sense of empowerment. This sense was immediately met with a fuse blowing, causing the treadmill to stop on a dime.
After literally face planting it, (that'll teach me to work out), I was met with an annoying *beep* for the remainder of the day from some random smoke detector. It was incessant, but oh well.
You couldn't have known that our cat, who is 1000 years old, is on her last leg. All four kids sit around her petting her nose as she lies on the floor while I struggle with whether to take her to be put down or keep her home. It makes our dog, who just turned one, crazy by the way, because all she wants to do is push the kids aside, so she can lick the cat...I'm not quite sure if it's for support...or as an appetizer.
Speaking of appetizers, you couldn't have known that I was trying something new for dinner. Roasted chicken with sweet potatoes. Who would've thought that by cleaning and stabbing sweet potatoes, they would drip down onto your oven, causing the most horrible smell and smoke all throughout your house.
Guess what happens when smoke occurs? Yep. Smoke detectors. Even though I know that a smoke detector should NOT be used as a timer when making meals, in this case, no matter what I tried, opening every window, door, fanning every pillow...the timer (ahem) smoke detectors would not shut off.
So, dear neighbors, needless to say, as you stood in your driveway and turned to see the chaos that ensued while four kids in shorts and t shirts ran around outside in the freezing cold, screaming "FIRE!", while the windows and doors were open, me with a pillow chasing the dog down from flying through the yard from ear splitting pain and a limpy cat trying to hack up a fur ball, you didn't judge.
You did what any awesome neighbor would do and came in, without thinking, tsking or shaking your heads, you helped chase down a runaway dog, stepped over a dying cat, ignored putrid smells, walked through a smoky house...all while dodging wild children to go into the garage and flip the fuse box thingy. (Why didn't I think of that?)
In literally one second, there was peace. For one split, glorious second, the alarms stopped and it was quiet. I can't thank you enough for that one and only fraction of time, but it meant so much.
Thank you again Monica and Matt! The world is a better place because of friends like you. I would make you dinner, but well, you know. XO
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