Mommmmyyyyy!!! Fire!

I swear, that one word can be said with so many different meanings behind it. I pretty much know exactly what my kids are going to say next after they say Mommy.  I hear the word coming from all angles of the house and I already know what the issue is. 

Mommmyyy.

Mo-m-my!

Mooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyy. 

And guess what, sometimes I choose to ignore it, especially when I know what’s coming next. I don’t know if its the tone of the voice, the way in which the syllables are varied, or what but 9 out of 10 times I know exactly what’s coming next.  And if I’m not in the mood to deal with the issue following the word “Mommy,” I have trained my brain to tune it out and hope that whoever is calling my name is able to work it out themselves. 

So many mommies, let me count the ways: 

• Mommy that means  I’m bored, help me do something. (Sometimes ignored.)
• Mommy that means someone is bothering me and I need you to do something.  (Almost always ignored. When I finally do answer, someone’s in trouble.)
• Mommy that will be followed by I’m hungry. (Okay, fine)
• Mommy that means I can’t find something, need you to come help me. (Pause, wait to see if they find it, then answer.)
• Mommy that means I’m just calling your name because I haven’t called it in about five minutes. (Ignore.) 
• Mommy that means come look, I’m so excited, come see.  (Okay, fine.)

BUT, last Saturday, I heard a different Mommy coming from Oldest. I heard it in his voice that this was a serious, I’m panicking, type of Mommy.  So I answered right away and lo and behold, THERE WAS A FIRE IN DAUGHTER’S ROOM.

Yep, JUST A FIRE.

We were getting ready to go to the library and then swimming and everyone was in charge of cleaning his or her room if they planned on participating in the fun activities.  And there’s my daughter, cleaning her room and tossing her clothes in the air like pom-poms, “like a cheerleader does it.” Of course, because that’s how you clean up your clothes if your cheerleader.  So while she’s busy cheering her cleaning efforts up,  her hot pink Hello Kitty shirt landed on her chandelier.  Her little five year old self didn’t realize that if you leave a shirt on a light bulb long enough it will catch on fire so eventually, it did.

Oldest smelled the smoke and went to investigate and sees the shirt go up in flames “right in front of [him]” and that’s when he started calling my name.  I’m walking out of my room to investigate and next thing I hear is “FIRE! FIRE!” and I’m convincing myself this can’t be, especially since the fire alarms were not going off.

Like any super mom would, I used my jet pack on my back and flew up all 15 stairs and was in the room in less than a second only to see a shirt on her chandelier with slow flames pretty much all over it in a smoke filled room.   I grabbed the shirt, flames and all, tossed it the bathroom sink, doused it with water, and viola, we were finished.

R-I-P Hello Kitty shirt.

P.S. Yes, I fixed all fire alarms and still don’t know why the hell my electrical fire alarms did.not. go. off.