It is 4 a.m. You have been at home with your baby for six weeks basically straight. You wake up and the smoke alarms are going off. You cannot figure out if the fact that your eyes are blurry is due to the fact that you just drove said infant and your mother home from Baltimore in heavy I-95 traffic. You are of course attired in super attractive pajama pants and a t-shirt. You
a) get the baby and the two dogs (and of course you can only find one leash at 4 a.m.) and get out of the house while calling 911;
b) sit on the front porch with the baby in the pouring rain and realize that his diaper is pouring as well;
c) hear from the very nice fireman that the smoke detectors are going off because there is a massive roof leak THROUGH the smoke detector in your guest room;
d) finally get the baby back to sleep so you can unplug the smoke detector, so you are by yourself, on a ladder, struggling with a piece of electrical equipment that is soaking wet because it is going to keep on screaming as long as water is running through it; or
e) all of the above.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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OMG. that sounds like a way too eventful night you had!
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