So my morning started out a little crazy and then just kept on going! I started out at 6:30 with a quick shower and hair do. Then on to the kids. Breakfast, practicing the piano, chores, blah, blah blah.... Then out the door at 8:55 to car pool and then to Provo with the girls for Abbie's Diabetes appt. After 2 hours of books, coloring pages, 2 blood sugar checks, snacks and pump adjustments we headed back to Lehi to drop Abbie off to school. I stopped by the house to pick up an extra snack for Abs and the fire/carbon monx. dector was just a blaring. So I looked around. No smoke or big fat flames, I don't smell anything so I reset the alarm and out the door I go. Drop Abbie off to school and was on my way to run errands when Mckena informs me that she is going to pee her pants. I run home and sure enough the alarm is going off again. I decided that I should probably stay home a figure out what is going on. I call the non-emergency number of the fire dept and ask if they will come and test carbon monoxide level in my house. They inform me that I need to call 911 first. Crap! Seriously? So I make the call hoping that they don't come racing down my quite little street with the sirens blaring. The dispatcher tells me to leave my house immediately and wait outside for the fire dept. Now for those of you who knows me very well know that I usually have my house nice and shiny by about 10 but since I had to leave at the butt crack of dawn it wasn't quite up to snuff. Thank heavens the kids did their chores before they left. Hopefully they wont notice the 2 baskets of laundry, the dishes in the sink and the toys on the floor. Lame I know! Since we have to wait outside I send Mckena to the neighbors house. Before she goes she tell me that if any of the firemen want to hold Ella they need to wash their hands so she doesn't get germs ( girl after my own heart!) After waiting in my car for 10 minutes the fire truck shows ( no lights and sirens..Phew) but he brings along the paramedics, the fire chief in his red suburban, and the police. So much for a discreet come and check out my house. They head inside and my sweet neighbors come running. They thought something had happened to Abbie. I assured them we were all fine. After the fireman checked the house they informed me that there was a higher level of co in my upstairs and that the gas company was on their way. Then asked me to step to the Ambulance to have my oxygen checked. Great! Don't worry though just at that moment one of my neighbors drives by a member of the bishopric drives by and the mailman. I ask myself when did this street get so busy? Don't worry though all is well with my oxygen and they tell me wait in my car for Questar. He shows up with his carbon tester and his plumber butt crack (nice) to check out my house. He checks out the heater, h2o heater, the vents, and the garage and gives my house a clean bill of health. He figures that when I started my car the fumes came in and set off the alarm. Then as he pulls his pants up, much like Mr. Roper on three's company, he tells me I am lucky the fire dept. didn't bust down my door and break out my windows. " they over react " he says. Needless to say I am hoping that tomorrow morning we are all still alive. If not these are the instructions: No organ music at my funeral, someone please come and shave my legs before they come to take my body, and feel free to sue the pants off of the butt crack showing questar employee:O)