Bear Attack!

Momma bear, that is. On Sunday, after a no more than 3 1/2 hour long sleep the night before, a hectic pre-church morning, a nice, but a bit wild single parent church experience which included me teaching a lesson with my child wrapped around my legs (though only briefly, thanks to my loving and wonderful visiting teacher, Summer), Rudy was down for a nap. My miserably sick husband was down for a nap. I was preparing dinner. Our smoke detector didn't like what was on the menu, and began protesting loudly. This is what happened:

In what seemed like one fluid motion (though that may have just been the sleep deprivation settling in), I lept out of the kitchen, into the air, and swatted the entire contraption off the hallway ceiling. The episode did wake Jason (perhaps because after swatting the detector down, I picked it up and threw it in his general direction. That, for sure, was the sleep deprivation. He had begun to stir, and I think I was trying to tell him it was all taken care of, but who knows-maybe I was secretly bitter about him being in bed and not me.) :) Rudy, one the other hand slept blissfully on. Whew. The crazy things we do to protect our loved ones. :)