Oh what a NIGHT/FIGHT! ~

This is an email that I sent to B the other day right after I talked to him. He was at work:

Hi babe,

So much for a great night...

I go upstairs to check on Maleia and she had wet the bed.... soaked EVERYTHING. She said that she wanted YOU to come and fix everything. After I get her all situated/calmed down and asleep, I go downstairs to the laundry room to wash her bedding, and the alarm goes off.
STUPID ALARM!!!

All three kids are berserk. They are waken by mind numbing wailing and I am two stories down from them, so I am huffing it up one flight to try and turn off the bloomin thing, then one more to try and console the kiddos.

Then the alarm company calls, as if the alarm didn't wake the kids up already, and I don't know the STUPID/important codeword for the alarm people/security/marines to not come out.
sigh. What a night!

So much for setting the blasted alarm.
I am now waiting for them to come and check everything out... fun. It's already taken 5 min.
I could have been dead by now.

And I'm tired. And I smell like pee.

We are currently fighting because this is OBVIOUSLY all your fault. ;)

Love/Hate you,
(okay, more love than hate)

XO punch kick elbow side-jab drop-kick pinch XO
(and I didn't kick or punch too hard)

Monique

P.S. The code is not 'I forgot my code' or 'This is rediculous' or 'Can you please just not come?' or 'Ok. I'll see you in a little bit.'
P.P.S. sigh. Okay so it's not TOTALLY your fault.