Thank goodness for Rotten Eggs

This morning just before 7AM I awoke to a lovely smell of rotten eggs. Was it Dave attempting to cook me breakfast? Did Teddy get into the trash? No and no. It was the rotten egg smell that is added to natural gas; it was strong. I went downstairs to find that one of the knobs on the stove was turned and had been that way all night. I look up the emergency gas leak number and call right away Was I going to have to take the girls out of the house.. in the rain? Luckily we were just instructed to open all the windows and doors that we could and not turn anything on or off for 1 hour. So if a light was on.. leave it on. No microwaving, no coffee making, no breakfast scrambling. While the emergency tech said there was no need to wake up the kids.. .we did, and we opened the window in their room to let the nice cold morning (and egg-free) breeze inside. Eventually we went back to sleep for a bit and woke to a fresh, albeit chilly, surrounding.

On another not so thankful note: when I brought the girls upstairs for their nap this afternoon I set Lucy down in the nursery and she slipped... in the water. The water that was on the floor. The water that was dripping from our roof. The same roof that we just paid a lot of $$ to have replaced. The roofers will be here bright and early in the morning to fix it!