Thank the Lord I don't have any pictures for this blog. Clearly, Jason being gone for 4 1/2 weeks is not healthy for me. I decided to go to the mall as I had a couple of returns. I took Smith in the "Baby Bijorn" (cauz he still hates his car seat). We first headed to Old Navy and Mollie Jane and I both used the potty. We left the Old Navy and proceded to walk literally the whole mall. We decided we would have a major treat for lunch and go to Chick Fill A. We ate our meal in the lovely food court and I am trying to juggle Smith, help Mollie Jane finish her meal, clean up, and gather all our items. A lady walks over to me and says "Maum, I don't want you to be alarmed, it is really no big deal, it happens to all of us but you have toilet paper hanging out of your jeans. Literally it was down to my calf (nice) and I had cruised the whole mall. I thought to myself, I should have just stayed home. AHHHHH!
The next day, I am cooking Mollie Jane lunch and the extra lovely part of this event is that I am still in my bathrobe. Why you ask? Because I was having a lazy cleaning day at home and thankfully our dear friends the Paul and Cindy Teas took Jackson to school that day for me so we hadn't left the house. I started to cook a quesidilla for Mollie Jane and walked outside and was fiddling in the garage and the back yard with Mollie Jane. I forgot about the quesidilla and came back into the house with the smoke dectors going off and our alarm system going off. I got it all turned off and I couldn't believe it but Baby Smith slept through the whole thing. I was airing out the house when I heard sirens and then it dawned on me that the alarm probably triggered the fire dept. Yep! Three very kind and very attractive fire fighters jumped out of their truck with their full gear. I realized that I did not have time to go put something else on and so I greeted them in my front yard in my bath robe. At this point, just about every neighbor on my street was standing in their front yard trying to figure out what was going on with the sirens. Yet, more importantly why was Alison Brawner still in her bathrobe at 1:30? I am sure I was a sight trying to explain that I had just burnt my lunch. Mollie Jane says "That was awesome Mommy" when I walked back inside and Baby Smith slept through all that noise and ruckus once again. I think it was after that 24 hour period I was done being a single Mom and realized probably no one could love me or put up with my serious flaws besides sweet Jason. I think it will be important for my kids to know as the read this lovely entry years from now that their Mom functions much better when their Dad is around.