i'm about to fall into a potholder

I'd post more, but I've been busy trying to burn down the house. Now I've got to paint the kitchen. As if I didn't have enough to do just to keep everyone alive, fed, and clean. The fire. Yes, we are all fine, the stove's fine, and the children know how to call 911. I turned on the wrong burner and a big piece of Tupperware caught on fire. It was really smoky, and John had already gone to work. If I didn't have three small children I probably wouldn't have called 911, but in the moment it was the right thing to do. My mama-brain was saying, "What would Elmo do?"

My favorite story of the day is completely unrelated to the actual fire. I took the children out to dinner and on the way home Ella yelled, pointing towards a pothole in the road, "Mama, watch out, there is a potholder!".