mariza
09-04-2007, 05:09 AM
Please don't move me to bitching, this is really a "grateful" post and not a "bitch" because thank God there was that 1 person out there!
Tonight DH had a chance to go to the Red Sox game and asked me if it was ok, since the poor guy doesn't have many friends since we moved to MA last year I told him go. It just so happens that my Mom who lives downstairs from us in this 3 family house was also out of town for the weekend. I finally got bot kids to sleep and was just getting ready for bed myself when at 10pm there was obsessive ringing on my doorbell. I looked out my kitchen window to see who was in the driveway and don't see any cars, but I do see burning embers floating by in the wind. I then go to the front door as I'm calling DH to tell him there is a crazy person ringing the front door (at this point I'm still not making the connection). Just as I go down the stairs I see the firetruck turn the corner and fireman begin pouring into my entryway telling me to get everyone out of the house. Apparently there was a fire in the apartment upstairs from ours.
I grab the baby and a fireman walks in telling me to get him outside and I tell him I have a sleeping 2 year old too, but he doesn't offer to help or get anyone else to help. So now I'm in my pj's and looking for shoes and the first pair I see are clogs with a 1.5" chunky heal (remember I'm in my pjs and braless - pretty sight!) lugging a sleepy 25lb 1 yo to his sleeping like a log 28lb 2.5yo sisters room. Now trying to carry both kids and grabbing my cell phone and purse only to realize that DH mistakenly took my car keys to the Sox game (grrr!) Thankfully my Mom has my extra set hanging in her apt. which was open so I run in there with both kids, poor DD just laying on the floor to go back to sllep everytime we stopped while me begging her "come on baby, just get to the carseat and you can go back to sleep"
Now dragging 50+lbs of collected kid in my arms trying to fumble with the car keys, 1 person out of countless faces watching me comes over and offers to help. She grabs DD and buckles her in her carseat, I put DS in his, she offers to back the car out for me cuz I'm shaking like a leaf at this point, but manage to back out of the driveway myself. She offers to stay with the kids since I am worried about my upstairs neighbor so I let her while I go to the front of the house 9we live on a corner) and ask the firemen if they got her out. They point to someone on the front stoop and ask if it's her, and it is. I go ask if she's ok and she is stinking drunk (not uncommon) acting like what is all the fuss about. By now I've learned the fire started on her back porch which is directly above my bedroom and she's acting like the firemen just randomly showed up for no reason. She's trying to hug me and tell me she she loves me (can you say drunky-drunk!) Annoyed i tell her I've got the kids in the car and I'm glad she's ok, but I need to go back to the kids. She says "why are the kids in the car?" umm, cuz I had to get them out of the house, "why" she says, I finally loose it and say "because the f**king house is on fire!" and she kind of waves her hand and blows a big fat raspberry! I had to leave or I would have smacked her in front of all those people!
I go check on the kids who are confused but ok and while crossing the street to see if a fireman or cop knows what happend, I fall from the cracked unven street in my 1.5 inch clogs and twisted my ankle something nasty.
At this point DH pulls up, sees me sitting on the curb crying with an EMT putting an ice pack on my ankle, goes to check on the kids and puts on a Caillou DVD on for them. By now the firemen have put out the fire and told us our aptartment is ok and we can go back.
Apparently the fire was started by a cigarette that was carelessly put out (or not put out!) he said the upstairs neighbor has her porch littered with cigarette butts! DH is sooooo p*ssed (O'm too shaken to be angry yet) but he is going to talk with her when she sobers up.
When we try to get DD out of the car she just cries that she wants to watch Caillou, completley unfazed by the nights events and I love her for that!
BTW, the saint who sat with them is also the same woman who lives behing us and called 911 in the first place. Lessons learned:
I smelled smoke an hour before all of this happened, but the crazy neigbors next to us have parties every weekend so I didn't think twice about it assuming they were grilling or having an outdoor fire. So, please learn from me; if you smell smoke, don't assume anything and find out the source! If you stuck with me this long, thank you! My ankle is killing me and I can't sleep and just needed to vent and get this out of my system!
(forgive my spelling errors, I know ther must be tons but I am in no mood to proofread!!!)
Mariza
Mommy to my "Thing 1" DD 1/05
and "Thing 2" DS 9/06
Tonight DH had a chance to go to the Red Sox game and asked me if it was ok, since the poor guy doesn't have many friends since we moved to MA last year I told him go. It just so happens that my Mom who lives downstairs from us in this 3 family house was also out of town for the weekend. I finally got bot kids to sleep and was just getting ready for bed myself when at 10pm there was obsessive ringing on my doorbell. I looked out my kitchen window to see who was in the driveway and don't see any cars, but I do see burning embers floating by in the wind. I then go to the front door as I'm calling DH to tell him there is a crazy person ringing the front door (at this point I'm still not making the connection). Just as I go down the stairs I see the firetruck turn the corner and fireman begin pouring into my entryway telling me to get everyone out of the house. Apparently there was a fire in the apartment upstairs from ours.
I grab the baby and a fireman walks in telling me to get him outside and I tell him I have a sleeping 2 year old too, but he doesn't offer to help or get anyone else to help. So now I'm in my pj's and looking for shoes and the first pair I see are clogs with a 1.5" chunky heal (remember I'm in my pjs and braless - pretty sight!) lugging a sleepy 25lb 1 yo to his sleeping like a log 28lb 2.5yo sisters room. Now trying to carry both kids and grabbing my cell phone and purse only to realize that DH mistakenly took my car keys to the Sox game (grrr!) Thankfully my Mom has my extra set hanging in her apt. which was open so I run in there with both kids, poor DD just laying on the floor to go back to sllep everytime we stopped while me begging her "come on baby, just get to the carseat and you can go back to sleep"
Now dragging 50+lbs of collected kid in my arms trying to fumble with the car keys, 1 person out of countless faces watching me comes over and offers to help. She grabs DD and buckles her in her carseat, I put DS in his, she offers to back the car out for me cuz I'm shaking like a leaf at this point, but manage to back out of the driveway myself. She offers to stay with the kids since I am worried about my upstairs neighbor so I let her while I go to the front of the house 9we live on a corner) and ask the firemen if they got her out. They point to someone on the front stoop and ask if it's her, and it is. I go ask if she's ok and she is stinking drunk (not uncommon) acting like what is all the fuss about. By now I've learned the fire started on her back porch which is directly above my bedroom and she's acting like the firemen just randomly showed up for no reason. She's trying to hug me and tell me she she loves me (can you say drunky-drunk!) Annoyed i tell her I've got the kids in the car and I'm glad she's ok, but I need to go back to the kids. She says "why are the kids in the car?" umm, cuz I had to get them out of the house, "why" she says, I finally loose it and say "because the f**king house is on fire!" and she kind of waves her hand and blows a big fat raspberry! I had to leave or I would have smacked her in front of all those people!
I go check on the kids who are confused but ok and while crossing the street to see if a fireman or cop knows what happend, I fall from the cracked unven street in my 1.5 inch clogs and twisted my ankle something nasty.
At this point DH pulls up, sees me sitting on the curb crying with an EMT putting an ice pack on my ankle, goes to check on the kids and puts on a Caillou DVD on for them. By now the firemen have put out the fire and told us our aptartment is ok and we can go back.
Apparently the fire was started by a cigarette that was carelessly put out (or not put out!) he said the upstairs neighbor has her porch littered with cigarette butts! DH is sooooo p*ssed (O'm too shaken to be angry yet) but he is going to talk with her when she sobers up.
When we try to get DD out of the car she just cries that she wants to watch Caillou, completley unfazed by the nights events and I love her for that!
BTW, the saint who sat with them is also the same woman who lives behing us and called 911 in the first place. Lessons learned:
I smelled smoke an hour before all of this happened, but the crazy neigbors next to us have parties every weekend so I didn't think twice about it assuming they were grilling or having an outdoor fire. So, please learn from me; if you smell smoke, don't assume anything and find out the source! If you stuck with me this long, thank you! My ankle is killing me and I can't sleep and just needed to vent and get this out of my system!
(forgive my spelling errors, I know ther must be tons but I am in no mood to proofread!!!)
Mariza
Mommy to my "Thing 1" DD 1/05
and "Thing 2" DS 9/06