Ok, so I just spent the last 30 minutes reading every spot on can online about how to remove melted plastic from the bottom of your oven. Now I think I need to go find the tutorial for how to NOT use your daughters fat head to remove the melted plastic from the bottom of the oven.

Yeah, I go to class tonight not even the slightest bit worried (yes I usually am worried) about people messing up my stuff.....
Jessica and Erica are at church with the youth leader working on projects for Youth ministry.
Kevin is with a few friends (good trustable, not mess your house up kind of friends even!!!) and Katie is, unbeknowst to her, on her way to a FAMILY FORCE 5 concert with her Daddy.
So when I leave the house is devoid of all life forms with the exception of the canines and the felines, who are all doing their usual routine: snoring.

My first warning that something was wrong was when I met Daddy to pick Katie up after the concert (he had to go right to work) and he said Jessica burned some containers in the oven.
Yeah, my BRAND NEW gorgeous beautiful EXPENSIVE oven!!!

First red flag....
JESSICA WILL NOT BAKE IN THE OVEN....
she's scared of it.
She won't even help me make cookies.
Which tells me she was cold,
and thought she might warm the house up by turning on the oven.
(she's done it before... I have caught her. She learned this damn bad habit from my mom)
Yeah, a big 5 bedroom house, a little tiny oven ought to do the trick. (HELLO!)

So then I pull in,
Second Red flag....
there in the middle of the driveway sits a pile of melted containers half full of cookies with a fat stray cat sitting in the middle of them pigging out! Even the cats like my cookies!

After examining the mess of molten plastic, I knew my oven could not look good. There were only HALF of the molten containers sitting there..... the other half I realized, must still lie in the bottom of my oven.

Upon opening the door to come inside, we are hit with the most putrid smell you can imagine. My whole house emanates of this nasty reeking fume that hits you like a wall when you step inside. It makes me almost wonder if one of the cats wasn't locked inside the oven as well. How long will this smell hang out around here?? I sure hope it leaves soon.

The inside of the oven looks like a wax candle exploded inside.
I have no clue what I'm going to do to clean it up....
my daughter does have long hair.... would't it work to...........

naw. People go to jail for those things.

A part of me wonders if this was on purpose.
there have been too many coincindences lately.
If her brother hadn't come home with his friends would my house had burned down?
I can't help but think of these things with all that has been going on lately.
Bipolar is a scary monster that keeps knocking on our door.