2.3.13

So the Niner's lost in the Super Bowl.

I'm sure you're all aware.

We had a big party and all our friends came over to celebrate what we thought would be a definite win.

Josh's biggest dilemma that day was deciding which lucky shirt to wear.

He chose the wrong one.

Yes Josh...the outcome of the game is solely dependent on your choice of outfit that day.

It's as if he's really a part of this team, and sometimes I think he really thinks he's out there playing right along with them.

I think it's ridiculous.

Josh was devastated...he's still not quite back to his normal self. He says "They were robbed!"

I feel bad for him...kinda....but I have bigger things to worry about and I guess I just don't really get it...or maybe it's that I don't really care.

Little did we know, this "horrible" night was just beginning.

After a terrible loss, Josh tucked his tail and went upstairs to get some sleep.

I picked up the house, sent our guests on their way, checked on the boys, and went upstairs for what I thought would be a good nights rest.

It didn't happen.

It's like the Gods were just against us that night.

My head hit the pillow and just as I was drifting off to sleep, a horrible thought entered my head.

Carbon Monoxide.

I'm not sure why...I've never even given that a moments thought before...but that night I couldn't stop myself.

And then, almost like I had willed it to happen...

Our carbon monoxide detector in the house started going off like crazy.

This is where Shit Gets Real.

I'm in an instant panic. My heart is in my throat.

I run downstairs and the detector is just flashing error....it's not giving me a read at all.

What do I do?? Call 911?? Load everyone up into the car and get the hell out??

The Boys. THE BOYS?? I'm racing around checking on them...they're breathing.

Josh is still sleeping.

Is it the battery? Or are we all slowly being poisoned??

Instantly, I google symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning...and just as quickly I have them all.

Every. Single. One.

But am I just delusional?? Maybe.

So I rush upstairs...trying to wake Josh...he's not understanding the magnitude of the situation.

He had drowned his sorrows with Miller Lite that night.

So back down I go.

Checking the fireplace, the furnace, is the car running in the garage? (It's not...why would it be?!?) All seems ok and after resetting the detector it stops going off.

Back to bed I go. Full of Worry.

Flash forward 10 minutes.

Two of our smoke detectors start beeping like crazy. It's so loud I swear the neighbors are gonna call the fire department for us.

I'm out of bed, yelling for Josh (who's somehow still sleeping)

The boys sleep through it all, thankfully!

I'm smelling for smoke - Nothing. I check the house - Nothing. Check it again - still Nothing.

And the beeping stops just as suddenly as it started...or so I think.

I finally get Josh awake and up because I can't reach the detectors and I need him to check what's going on...I have still found no fire in our house.

The beeping starts again.

After thinking it through I've concluded we just have a battery issue...which also means our detectors are now giving a warning beep every 30 seconds to alert us.

I leave this battery changing job for Josh because it's now 2am and I'm exhausted.

I didn't have high hopes that he would be successful at battery changing in his state,

but there was nothing more I could do.

30 minutes later I hear him repeating over and over and over

"I just don't know what to do.

I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!"

He finally gave up and just came to bed.

He slept through the beeping that night.

I did not.

I have no idea why our house decided to have a huge malfunction on this night, but after approaching it with a clear head the next morning, Josh was finally able to stop the beeping and it seems that all is now well!

So here are a few pics of the day we all wish to forget!