Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Holy Smoke, Oh, Wait, Never Mind!

Okay, I was just about to take a bath when my husband comes in my office/laundry room and let's me know that JD just texted and there is a fire at the school.  What????!!!! "What did he say?" "Nothing yet, I texted him back to see if he is okay and hasn't gotten back with me," Chip says.  We wait and wait. OMG this boy needs to learn how to text faster.  All these questions are running through my mind.  He texts back, "there is like 15 fire trucks."  What?  Wait, why haven't we heard from Charlie.  Why isn't he texting.  So I text him and no answer.  So we ask JD have you seen Charlie.  No answer, OHH!   I try again, then I realized that oh, wait, Charlie is punished from his phone for two weeks.  It is sitting on the kitchen counter.  Of all the times to be punished.  So JD text back that it is a huge fire.  Oh no, where is Charlie?  Chip says,  "I'm heading up there".  "Wait for Me", I say.  Throwing on shoes and heading out the door.  All these pictures keeping running through my mind.  And where is Charlie?  I text his girlfriend, Kristen.  Where are you, I ask and have you seen Charlie?  She is up in Northern Stafford, her bus is in limbo waiting to know if they can return.  Then I ask where would he be in the school.  She text back that he is on the 2nd floor but right next to stairs.  Oh,  now I feel better.  Then I let her know we are headed that way and she wants to know if that is a good idea.  I never said it was smart, but us crazy parents do these things.  So, by now, we are  making a left and see a fire truck leaving.  Another sigh of relief. We pull up and instead of huge flames we see nothing.  Ah, another sigh of relief.  We talk to the security guard and all is okay.  Everyone is headed back in and it was just a small fire in carpentry.  Oh, ok. Let's go home.  So we feel good that Charlie is fine and turn around and then Chip says, he was prepared to jump over the fence and run around looking for Charlie and even run into the burning building if he had to.  Looking down at his sandals he was thinking he should have worn his tennis shoes.  We laugh.  That's what parents do.  We love 'em that much.

Not so funny thing though.  As I am typing this our boys come home from school and Charlie lets us know that unfortunately his classroom at the time of the fire was right over the carpentry class.  Ugh!!!  Not what I wanted to hear.  Thank you Abba Father for his protection. 

Just another day in the Pindell household!

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