We heard all these sirens outside our bldg(normal cause it's the city) and husband was leaving for practice. He calls me a few minutes later telling me not to panic but there are 8 fire trucks in front of our bldg, a couple ambulances and cop cars and the firemen are all over the bldg on the inside.
I'm trying not to panic when suddenly the silent blinking alarm goes off in our place and the halls, and there's this loudfucking speaker thing going off where they're telling us the Chicago fire department are in our bldg in answer to a possible fire and to stay calm. Meanwhile josh calls again cause he's still in the lobby and can't get out telling me he has no idea what's up, Charlie is screaming in the other room cause the loud speaker thing keeps going off and next thing I know he's at the front door getting out.
I run in the hall and there's firemen out there trying to reason with him and telling us to stay calm and to get back inside.
Poor kid was shaking and crying like crazy(I wasn't that far behind him, I actually started freaking out a little).
Later they tell us to stay calm it's being solved and Josh calls back and tells me they're leaving the bldg and it was a false alarm cause someone across the street reported some flames from a balcony.
I have NEVER been so scared in my life. Every awful scenario ran through my head. I live on the 21st floor of a high rise in the Loop and getting out would have been tough as hell, especially with a kid and two cats.
Josh reminded me that there's a built in sprinkler system in here and that with the two high rise fires in the past 18 mos in this city, they now overreact rather then underreact to these things.
I'm gonna go have a glass of wine now that the poor child of mine is calm and in bed(not before getting a STERN lecture from me on running out the door before and what could have happened if there WAS a fire).
I think I'm going to pray tonight. Something I don't often do.
