Yesterday, the boys next door left a note on the door announcing they’re having a party. They’ve had ’em before, and we appreciated the heads up – even if it was same day. They said they’d get quiet by midnight. Really, that’s when things seemed to start up. That’s OK; a little warning goes a long way.
This morning I awoke to my alarm – which is my work cell phone. It has a very mild gong tone that repeats and gets louder. I leave it in the den, usually. But today is Saturday, and my alarm only sounds on weekdays. And the sound wasn’t quite right. So I mostly fell back asleep. I remember all this on reflection.
Then the floors in the house started creaking, and I woke up pretty quick. Someone was standing in our hallway, wearing some cloths and one of our blankets. Trying to make sense of everything, I decided Ellyn had had someone crash at our place. Then I decided it was Jaryd – but too short. Then I realized: he was a party goer.
So I woke Ellyn up and sat him down and went next door. I got Billy to come over and come collect the guy (who was pretty wasted).
Note to self: lock the back door – especially when the neighbors are having a party.