Ok, so I am NOT the domestic diva I thought I was...

It is a rainy Friday afternoon...the kids are restless as all heck. I cannot keep up with the mess. Then I get a brillant idea...

Let's bake cookies from scratch!!

That will surely earn me mother of the year.

So I set off for the kitchen.

Preheat the oven? Check!

I am mixing the final ingredients together, with 3 salavating kids awaiting fresh cookies when it happens...

A little smoke...

Then a HUGE fire

Well not that huge, but it was in the oven .

My 7 yr old runs for the hills yelling FIRE...

(I am surprised the fire dept didnt arrive)

The smoke detector starts shreiking, waking the sleeping baby and frightening the toddlers.

SHIT!!! I am to short to reach them, anyways how do you turn them damn things off.

I grab the box of baking powder and pour it all in the oven and shut the door, praying it goes out.

While this is happening, I call...wait for it...

my husband.

Who is at work...

I get put on hold for 5 minutes.

In the meantime I drag a kitchen chair into the hall and try to shut of the yelling alarm. "Why did I pick today to make cookies?"

By the time he answers, I have the fire out, a smoke filled house, 3 laughing kids, one crying baby and the alarms silenced...

When I tell him, he laughs at me.

"Oh yea, I forgot to tell you, I didn't clean the grease that spilled in the oven the other night..."

Geez...thanks honey. Love you too!