This is how a message went that I left on Jeff's phone minutes after I finished the earlier blog post:
"Hey it is Janae, I was wondering if you were going to make it home today for lunch.
I need some help fixing the blinds...
that Claire accidentally messed up...
when she was trying to open the window...
to air out the house...
from all of the smoke...
which was a result of burning graham crackers & chocolate chips...
from when she was trying to make smores over the lamp."
On this one I actually hold myself partly to blame. Claire had come in asking me to help her with a snack. I keep saying, "Just a minute." She finally took matters into her own hands and climbed on top of the ledge to make smores over the lamp. Who knows where she got that idea! I promise we restrict our smore making to the microwave or camping trips around the fire pit.Claire, I am so sorry! No more "Just a minutes!"
Your focused and dedicated mom will be there right after she finishes this blog post. Hahaha. I'm kidding. I'm coming now!
