Monday, September 09, 2013
So, I went to bed last night cuddling my Buggy. He pretty much always sleeps with me. I'm ok with it for now. I have no idea what woke me up. Could it have been the smells? Was it the person talking on her cell phone saying "Wow that tree is on fire!" and walking away? Was it that leaden feeling in my chest? Honestly, I don't know. I DO know that at 2:15 this morning I realized my apartment building was on fire. Yes, on fire. I could see ash and live cinders floating past my window. I grabbed the phone in my room, realized I couldn't do anything with a corded phone, ran to the kitchen, grabbed the portable and ran back to my room dialing 911 as I went. Not 5 seconds after I get an operator someone is banging *very loudly* on my door. I tell the operator my apartment is on fire and throw down the phone. I'm running with my pj pants in hand to answer my door. There are 3 sheriff telling me to get out. I stop to put my pants on and yell that my son is sleeping inside. I'm told to get him and get out. Long story short *I know at this point whats the use?* I end up tossing my cats on the patio, grab my phone, and holding my guy, run like heck. Now, it wasn't bad. No damage to the apartments just the awnings and some of the roof. No one was hurt. I was terrified. Bone deep, terrified. I'd left my animals. My home was in harms way *we live right beside the tree that caught fire, it stands against my outside wall.* and to top it off, I left my glasses inside. I'm blind, coughing from the smoke, and holding a frightened 4 yo who is seeing his home burn.
Do you ever wish that just for a little while, you could be the one who can fall apart? The one who sits back and just goes? I'll tell you, at this point, I'm ready to drink..... except all those empty calories!!!!
:) Happy week to you all