Imagine….it’s Saturday evening. All the kids have gone to Boston for the day. Jack and I have had “quiet” time all day long. 10:30 rolls along and we hit the sack…nice and peaceful right??? WRONG!! 11:00 all 3 buses arrive and unload 160 wired, loud and excited kids…right outside our window. Oh dear Lord in Heaven…talk about noise!!! Then of course, after they leave the parking lot they come INTO the building and onto their designated floors. So we hear the pitter patter of BIG feet along with squeals that sound like “stuck pigs.” OK, so who gave them sugar???
About midnight they have finally made it to their beds, there is peace and quiet….all is well.
4:30 AM…. wooooo it….woooo it….wooo it…OMG, it’s the fire alarm!!! Which little hoodlum brought fireworks to the dorm?? Get up, get dressed (have you ever tried to get dressed with your fingers in your ears to keep your ear drums from bursting?), brush hair (we wouldn’t want to look like we just got out of bed do we?), head down the hall and do a “kid search” to make sure there are no stragglers left behind…there were, two of them! Then we walk hurriedly (is that a word?) down 4, yes 4 flights of stairs! Just as we get to our meeting point, the alarm gets turned OFF. I’m thinking, “I got up why?”
We find out from Fire Marshall Bill that there is a defective alarm in a vacant room (rats, I thought sure it was one of the munchkins). So off we go back up (4 floors remember?) to our rooms. It’s now 5:00 and I can’t get back to sleep. Go figure!
OK, we are FINALLY asleep and woooo it …wooo it… woo it…YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! Another fire alarm??? Just shoot me now. It’s 6:00 AM. Repeat above procedure…get dressed, brush hair and find little lost boys and head down 4 flights of stairs ….same defective fire alarm!! Now I’m thinking…do YOU want to take out the battery or do you want ME to do it???
We finally got back to our room about 6:15 AM…I went to bed, Jack watched The Tour de France.
The End
