On Sunday, I finally got to go on my awesome self-improving, baby fat burning, no pain-no gain power walk/run with no stroller, no baby...just me and my insane thoughts and that lady panting behind me...oh wait, that was me. It was awesome! I ran, I walked, I covered new territory and I busted my butt!
When I got home I was swimming in sweat, my heart was still pounding,
but I was feeling great!...until I opened the apartment door and a wall
of smoke and a burning smell hit me in the face. I ran in, asked what
was burning and looked for the baby. She was in bed sound asleep as was
Michael on the couch. As soon as I asked what was burning Michael jumped
off the couch, said, "Your eggs!" And headed to the kitchen. Oh
Let's rewind a bit...
night Michael went for a kick ass 28km bike ride around Linz. When he
came home all amped up on adrenaline he said I could go for a run Sunday morning and he'd watch the baby. Score! I'm on it!
Sunday morning rolled around and I got up at 6am,
changed and then nursed Alexa, made myself breakfast and ate it, washed
the dishes, turned on the dishwasher, started hard boiling eggs, turned
the washing machine on, got all our stuff ready for the pool, got
dressed for my run, hung the wash and then finally woke Michael up so I
could go for my run, about 40 minutes later returned from my awesome run
and ...crap, I never turned off the eggs! We opened all the windows
to clear out the smoke and smell, but I tell you, it's still lingering.
I can honestly say I never knew an over cooked egg would explode and
cover a kitchen so thoroughly. If I had been thinking I would have
definitely taken pictures. Instead, I washed egg off the walls and
ceiling, rewashed all the dishes in the sink and also those drying next
to the sink because obviously they were egg covered. Meanwhile, Michael
had already cleared the majority of the exploded eggs from the counters
and the pot itself, and he was sweeping egg splatter off the floor,
counters and even the window before he mopped it all up..
Now, my only question is...when will the burnt rotten egg smell leave our apartment?