The other night around midnight, an hour after I had turned off all the lights and tucked everyone away, I was in bed and I smelled smoke. It was the kind of smoke that came from food or cooking but smelled suspiciously smoky. I jumped out of bed and pressed my nose to the open window's screen. Nope, no smell outside; I knew it was coming from inside our building. Since I share a wall with my neighbors I hoped they were cooking and it was coming through the walls but thought to check downstairs in the kitchen, just to be sure.
I opened the door to the bedroom and the smell was so strong! Now I sleep naked and I was already in bed so I didn't have any clothes on. I threw on a tank top with no underwear and ran to open the bedroom door. I didn't stop to put pants on, I just ran down the stairs.
I could see a glow from the kitchen as I rounded the bottom of the stairs. The smell was intense now.
"OMG my house is on fire! I will scream for the kids to wake up. I will save them. What about the neighbors? Will I be able to reach the fire extinguisher? I'm going to burn my legs. I should have put pants on." Were my thoughts.
As I ran into the kitchen I saw my son making Mac N Cheese. In true 15-yr old fashion he had a bit of a mess. He had the burners on high and a piece of macaroni was on the burner charring and smoking. The pot of water had boiled over and steam and smoke were rising from the pan.
"Sweetie! I thought the house was on fire!" I yelled.
I collapsed onto the counter and took a few deep breaths.
"Oh, sorry mom. I was hungry." He replied.
"OMG MOM, You don't have any pants on!"
He was mortified. Turns out a 15 yr old boy is completely embarrassed and repulsed at the sight of his pantsless mom. He saw it all.
I wonder who was more traumatized.
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