Fighting Fires

I had a minor (in comparison to tonight) kitchen fire a few weeks or months ago (I don't remember the timing right now because I am beyond frazzled).

When we had the minor kitchen fire (a towel caught on fire) I freaked out and called Andrew and he wanted to know what kind of a fire it was...I don't know...A kitchen fire.

Tonight...

We ate dinner.  We cleaned up dinner. Miss M puked up her food. Resume normal activities.

Andrew and Miss M take a stroll to the park. They inquire if I want to go. I pass saying I would finish cleaning up and take a shower and do laundry (from the puke incident above as it was all over our bedspread).

I exit the laundry area and notice something smells funny.  AHHHH. It's another damn fire.  How does this keep happening to me?  There is no Andrew to call because he's out with Miss M and likely left his phone at home, so I am on my own to put out the fire.

I realize her high chair tray is on fire due to it sitting on the gas burner which was left on.  OMG.

Trying not to panic, I decide it's intelligent to slam the tray at the sink in hopes of smashing out the fire (as waving it around in the air was not helping).  Then I realize I have to put out the fire on the burner too and I can't slam it into the sink so I find a towel and start swatting the fire with the towel.

The fire is out. Our house is filled with smoke and stinks like burned plastic.

I just keep thinking how fortunate we are that I didn't go for a walk and that I was in the laundry room (my least favorite room in the house). If I had been in a bedroom things could have been much worse and the casualty levels wouldn't have been so low.

Casualties from this fire:

High Chair Tray
Towel
Part of our cabinet

Andrew went to the hardware store to buy a putty scraper and came home with a new key ring for me! Apparently my handy work of hammering three holes in the wall didn't impress him. Hum?

He's also motivated enough to install the child locks for the cabinets. Miss M has been into cabinets for at least six months now. I think necessary items have been relocated or cabinets have been tied with ponytail holders.  It's more of a task than he envisioned. I predict we will have one cabinet with locks by the end of the night (if any) before he gets ticked and decides sitting outside with a glass of wine with me is a much better idea.

I will post something about our weekend (which was so much better than tonights adventures) tomorrow or the next day. I need a day or so to recover from the drama that unfolded around here.