The Fire

Today the kids and I were hanging at home. After lunch I decided to make Riker the last of the cookies in the freezer. So I preheated the oven and got Rien changed for nap. Then as I was getting Riker ready the oven began smell an awful smell. I went to the kitchen opened the stove and it was full of flames. I then closed it turned it off and called 911. She told me to get the kids out of the house since oven fires turn quickly. So I wrapped the kids up in blankets and took them to the Jeep. The fire men came put the fire out and then after a little bit gave us clearance to go back in. They said it looked like there was probably some grease on the bottom of the stove. Which I think is weird and that it must have already been there from before we moved in because I do all my cooking on top of the stove or in my crock pot. The fireman specifically told me not to touch the stove until maintenance comes and says it's good and plugs it in. I put Rien down for nap and called the apartments like the RRFD told me to do. When I tell her without one stitch of concern she asks me to if I can come down and fill out a report for them. I say no my kids are down for nap. So she asks me exactally when they will wake up. I say I don't know and ask her if they can just give me the report so I can fill it out and drop it off. She tells me that's not how it works. Long story short we are all fine and that woman is awful.