Monday, October 15, 2007
Hours 10:30 pm till 7:30 am.
My night was filled with those "moments" again. Crazy stuff always seems to happen to me and my family. Lastnight, I was so tired (like Uncle Kent taking an Ambien tired) so I went to bed around 9. I was woken up at around 10:30 pm by Jared who was yelling at me to look out the window. I ran to the window and saw nothing. I realized I didn't have my glasses on. I couldn't see something if my life depended on it! I got my glasses of the nightstand and returned to the window. Some teenage boy (I sound really old huh?) had smashed his SUV into the telephone pole right outside our window! Major major major damage. We call 911...cops come. Shine their big light on the pole and car. (We are standing at the window looking like puppies waiting to be purchased and taken home) We hear the cop say- "It's snapped right there. (flashing big light towards the top of the pole) Get everything out of here!" All the cops get back in their car and move to who knows where. Teenage Boy is now down the street crying on the phone with his mom repeatedly telling her it was an "accident." Nice mom. Probably changing the radio station or something and hit the pole. I hear those sort of things happen. ( Janelle :P) The BIG firetrucks come. The ones with ladders. Lots of light coming through our windows. I am still out of it. (I was thinking it was around 4 in the morning) Jared goes outside to "investigate". Lots of damage. Lots of people coming to fix the damage. Lots and lots of lights. Flood lights. We try to go back to bed. I am woken up again (2 am) by Kody telling me he threw up all over the ground. (nice.) I get up to check out the damage. Lots of damage. He asks me if I'll help him clean it up. I tell him thats my job as a Mommy . I tell him to get a bowl (he picked the biggest one we had!) and get on the chair/couch in our room and try to go back to bed. He wakes Jared up and asks for a blessing. Love that kid. I start cleaning the puke. Good times. Every half and hour the kid sounds like his stomach might be trying to escape his body. I feel so bad for him. He tells me (around 4 am) that the blessing isn't working. (my heart breaks!) I get up at 7 to pick up the house and get ready to go for my run. It's raining and cold and I really dont want to go. I get ready any ways. I try to put the box of Granola up on the top shelf in my cupboard. Brand new syrup bottle comes flying down at me cracking open and covering me in a sticky mess! Jared is home from seminary and is helping with the kiddos and the syrup. Love him for that. I go outside and decide to talk to the workers and see what they are doing. (they had to replace the entire pole! which by the way apparently takes SEVERAL hours!!) I'm standing with my hands on the wall to get a better look of the damage. Workers will be there all day. I decide I better start running or I could get rained on. I walk to the street and turn the Ipod to play. Ready to go. My hands are still sticky. I dont want sticky hands the whole time I am running. I lick them clean. Really clean. I realized it's not syrup. It's tree sap from the wall. Lovely morning.