Today was the second church attempt in our new town.
Everything went fine for the first 10 minutes… And then came the fire drill.
Hearing the buzzing sounds was so out of place we all looked at each other in surprise. Then everything happened at once. We had to move! Did I mention this was the three-year-old class?
Like cat herders, the other two teachers and I moved the kids to the door. I grabbed one girl’s shoes and held Rachel with the other hand. A teacher grabbed the rope the kids we supposed to hold to help them walk in an orderly fashion. And out we went.
In the hall, one mom met us with a panicked look. She grabbed up her daughter. “Doesn’t it figure the one day I forget her shoes we have to go outside?” (It has been over 100 degrees here for weeks.)
I, being ever helpful, smiled at the mom. “At least you don’t leave your daughter’s shoes AND panties at home…, as I have been known to do.”
Anyway, we marched outside without too much incident. The kids even enjoyed waving at the firemen. After a few minutes outside, the firemen announced it was just a malfunction, and we all marched back inside, better off for our adventure.
Rachel was a bit disoriented, but after flushing the toilet several times, perhaps to make certain the firemen hadn’t clogged it up, Rachel settled back down.
Until the fire alarms went off again two minutes later.
This time was a bit different. Two little girls started crying. One couldn’t find her shoes, but she wasn’t about to let go of the five toys clutched in her hands. We compromised on trading the elephant for her shoes.
Rachel grabbed the rope back out of the cabinet and held it out, ready to go. Sadly, she was the only one willing to hold the rope. I held her hand while another kid grabbed my other one. I stared at another boy immobile on the floor and wondered if I could grow a third arm.
Once we got into the hallway, things grew more chaotic. Our rope line, which resembled more of a wheezing trapezoid, collided with a boy in a wheelchair and two adults. I think there might have been a circus clown with a ladder there too.
Once we finally made it outside, Rachel decided she’d had enough. While the kids sat on a curb, Rachel lunged for a playground. As she weighs over 70 pounds now, I was having difficultly stopping her.
At that point, I gave up and called hubby to cone find us and take us home. We’ll try again next week!