The No good Day

So, I have some friends that refuse to blog or look at blogs because they think everyone sugar coats their lives, or at least only post those wonderful things that happen in the day. I do think it is true to a point. However, I am now breaking the trend and documenting a day that went from bad, to worse, to okay in the end.
On Wednesday I taught a long teaching day, fought my children with chores, and greatly looked forward to the date I was to have with my husband that night. My mother in law and sister in law joined us in the afternoon which was very enjoyable. I always enjoy their visits, as do the kids. Well, nana took the grandkids to get ice cream. Makayla came back not feeling so well. I was wondering if it was because she hadn't eaten much during the day and then had ice cream. We hopped in the car to go see my sister in law Bre's new paint job on her new house. Kayla was in tears by the time we arrived. We got her some bread and a glass of water hoping that would help settle things. As I was upstairs looking at possible paint for a bathroom, Makayla came up saying she felt better. I was relieved until she said, "all I needed to do was throw up!!" What?!!!! I quickly usurred her out to our car so we didn't contaminate anyone else (hopefully damage wasn't already done). Because of this turn of events our date was over. Not only did Kayla need her mom home (although at that moment I didn't know how bad it was going to get) but my sister in law Lori was set to babysit, but because she has been helping on an off with the new baby at my other sister in laws house, we couldn't risk her getting sick. So, now the much needed break for Brad and I was off and even worse, I had to decide what to do for dinner.
I am driving home and complaining to my sister Allison on the phone about how I am sick of my kids being sick and such when I heard the worst sound....Makayla puking in the car. Yep, when it rains it pours. At that point I was practically in tears. Sometimes the sacrifices of motherhood are extremely overwhelming. Cleaning up throw up is one of those moments I can really do without. I talked with Brad and we decided to just grab something at Costco as he was there picking up diapers.
The oven is on, preheating for orange chicken, and all I smell is gas. I go over to see if one of my burners was partially turned on, but nope they are fine. So, I made the could be fatal mistake of opening the oven door to see what the problem was. Well, a huge gaseous ball of fire shot out at me and then recinded to it's home. It happened so quickly. My first thought, once I knew I wasn't hurt at all, was "Do I still have eyebrows?" I had tons of flaky things falling from my head. I thought it was just debri from the oven. Nope, not that lucky. It was half of my eye lashes and some hair from my head (just the very top front). Brad assures me I am still beautiful, as he is trying not to laugh too hard. He comes to give me a hug, but can't stand to be near me as I smell like burned hair. Probably because I had burned hair. The only thing that smells worse than burned hair is wet burned hair. I discovered that as I took a shower to try to make myself not dispicable to all those around me.
I was ready to go to bed and wake up the next morning with a fresh new day. Of course I knew the night could be bad with a throwing up child (she was puking until 10pm). Brad bought me brownie bites to help cheer me up. It worked, although I have been fighting my weight so as I enjoyed them I knew I would hate myself in the morning for eating them...but I still enjoyed EVERY BITE!!!!