The Dreaded Fire Drill

So, yesterday we had some wicked storms that came through the area. The power in our neighborhood was knocked out.

As an aside, what’s the point of having your lines buried into the ground when you lose power anyway?

We made the best of it. Husband took Bee to his swim camp while I stayed home with M and Jack. Once the storms moved through and the sun came out (thank God for late sunsets), I was able to give Bee a bath and read his books before bed.

It got progressively late, and we still had no power. NOVEC kept changing its mind when they were going to give us our power back, those bastards. Very quiet in the house with the kids and Husband asleep. Then there was me, sitting on my couch charging my cell phone through the battery backup of the laptop so I can check Twitter and Facebook. Like, duh, I gotta keep up with my neighbors on when the power was going to come back on, plus you know play some Angry Birds.

All was well until about 10:45 PM, when one of the battery backups for the smoke detectors decided that this was the PERFECT time to fail. See, the detectors are hardwired in the house but have backups. However, those pesky engineers thought that even if the power fails and the battery backup fails, that all the detectors shall go off every 5 minutes until you finally decide to get your ass out of bed and change the battery. Also, you have to stumble around the house (in the dark) trying to figure out WHICH one is kaput. It’s like the game you never want to play. There is probably a good reason, like safety, but man, how annoying.

But even worse than that is Bee’s reaction to it. See, this is where his sensory processing is out of whack. The boy cannot handle loud noises, especially if they surprise him. He calls it a “fire drill” (because of they call it that at school). That doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s LOUD, SHOCKING, and SCREECHING. And it frightens him something dreadful. Poor kid was screaming for us, telling us to stop the bad noises, hands over his ears and pretty much scared for his life. So while Husband is trying to “fix it”, I’m trying to calm Bee. This isn’t easy, especially if he already passes the point of no return. Then there’s poor Husband who is trying to juggle the ladder, battery and flashlight without any damage and trying to concentrate amid the screams. But he succeeds (he always does) and the house is quiet again.

Two minutes later (kid you not), the power comes back on. We are saved! Oh, and where the Divine Miss M through all this chaos? In her room, sleeping the whole.bleeping.time. The smoke detector was outside her room and even with Bee in his sensory fit, she was out cold.

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About OneLoCoMommy

I live in Northern Virginia and and I look like the stereotypical suburban mom, for better or for worse. My son plays baseball and takes karate (albeit adaptive). My daughter is a gymnastics diva but rolls with the boys in T-ball. I've been a Room Mom and Playdate Coordinator. I work full-time, try to work out, and love my Book Club. However, I also blog on my experiences on our ASD, SPD and ADHD journey while trying to be a better parent advocate. All in a life's work.
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