Visions

We were dog/house-sitting for my in-laws. I love their dogs, but I'm so so grateful that we don't have dogs at this juncture in our lives. Getting a toddler ready to go to daycare, while fighting with two dogs (GET INSIDE ALREADY!) is just not working for me.

The other day, I started dinner in the crock pot, I fed the dogs and let them out, I fed and dressed Nathan, and packed all of our stuff for the day. All of the sudden I smelled smoke. It was the brand new crock pot! WHAAAA? After consulting the owner's manual, I learned that this is common, but still freaked out a little bit. I decided that everything would be just fine. I fought the dogs for another 10 minutes and finally got them inside (GAHHHHH!), and then I picked up Nathan and left.

The rest of the day, I was convinced that I would come home to see the house burned down. Imagine what that would do to my relationship with my in-laws! Every hour, I checked the local news websites to make sure there was no house fire in the 'burbs.

Naturally, I got home that evening and everything was fine: The brisket was perfectly cooked and the dogs didn't have accidents and hey! no fire! Thank God. I almost feel guilty for leaving the crock pot on, but we wanted dinner that night.

Do other people have these terrible "fantasies?" Or, am I a freak?