OK. So maybe the title is a little dramatic. It was a small camp fire in the neighbors tree that landed on the power line which runs between our yards.
First we get Riley and Wyatt off to school. Then Ben wants to play in the backyard. Sure - Why not. We're sitting on the deck and I look up to see smoke coming from the trees. Thankfully Collin fell asleep and actually let me lay him in his bed for once. Then (brainiac me) decides to take care of this myself and I go get the hose. Well... We have no water pressure so it didn't work. (good thing too since I wasn't thinking of "you don't put water on an electrical fire"). So I decide to call 911. The fire department comes out. My neighbors come over. (Finally met our neighbor Nancy across the street for the 1st time in 8 years. Nice lady.) AND The fire department does nothing except for call Com Ed. I thought they at least cut the power, but no. The Com Ed guy told me they don't do anything. The fire in the trees just went out on its own. So now the Com Ed guy is sitting in his truck in front of my house waiting for the tree trimmers to come out.
In between the fire department leaving and Com Ed coming out the neighbor from behind us comes over. She tells me that her son (the guy who was mowing the lawn and I told the fire department is coming) tells her that the lady with the daycare called the fire department. I corrected her and told her, "No. We just have a lot of kids."
You want to know what thought kept popping in my head every time I was talking to the neighbors, the firemen, and the Com Ed guy. "I still haven't brushed my teeth. Gross." Now I'm going to be known to the neighborhood as the smelly daycare lady. Great!
Don't worry I did get a chance to brush them before writing this blog just in case any of you out there have smell-o-vision.
P.S. Riley and Wyatt sure will be bummed when they find out they missed the firemen in our backyard.
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