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June 15, 2014

Happy Father's Day (or, BLAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)



It was bedtime when I realized I hadn't prepped the veggies I volunteered to bring to our Father's Day family potluck. Shoot. We were going to leave for my parents' house straight from church and I had meant to plan ahead to bring the dish already cooked.

Feeling bad for leaving G alone in bedtime preparations, I preheated the oven and Googled instructions for roasted asparagus at around 10:30. Everything was moving along when I went to pull the pan of sizzling asparagus from the oven. BLAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!! Holy crap, the fire alarm!

G bolted out of bed and yanked the alarm out of the ceiling before I could get to it. Hearts pounding out of our chests, I lamely apologized. "Oh my gosh. Sorry." It actually happened one more time before I wised up and got a fan from upstairs (duh).

I felt so lame for not planning better, for getting us pumped with adrenaline when we really could really use a good night's sleep, and for ruining the surprise of the boys' "Happy Father's Day" sign I had just strung up.

But there's a silver lining in every cloud. The boys slept like logs. G never saw the sign in his zeal to silence the mind numbing blare. And the asparagus didn't turn out half bad.

Love you, hon. Next time I'll use a fan.

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