Early this morning Brent had a dental appointment and when he left, the baby began to stir. I waited for her to reposition with her blanket over her head, just the way she likes it, before I dozed back off. It was too early. I wasn't ready to greet the day.
And then... a nightmare come to life. The fire alarm started blaring! My eyes shot open as I took a millisecond to process what that terrible, shrill noise was. I jumped out of bed and flew through the dark to the door. All I could think of was Clara, alone in her crib across the house. What could I have left on? Did I turn the iron off after making that binding last night? Did Brent turn on the coffee machine before he left this morning??? My mind was racing. My legs were racing. My heart was racing even faster. I tore around the corner to the kitchen on my way to the baby's room, and this is what I saw:
Brent. Fanning the smoke alarm with a towel. Smoke billowing out of the oven.
What the heck?!?
Turns out, there wasn't a fire. And Clara never even woke up.
Brent got home from the dentist early and wanted to bring me breakfast in bed! For no reason.
I burst into laughter. I couldn't help it! I had been terrified and full of adrenaline not two full seconds earlier and the overwhelming joy I felt after seeing burning bacon had no where to go but out. My head was spinning and my heart was trying to put on the brakes, so I sat to give my body some help.
I have never run so fast in my life. And I played soccer!
Anyway, once I calmed down, I was able to eat some breakfast.
I think today's breakfast turned out to be more of a surprise than Brent had intended!
Anyone ever had something like this happen to you?