“Always wear clean underwear in case you’re in a car accident.” That’s a piece of advice my mom gave me. But she never told me to “wear nice pajamas when you are staying at a resort in case someone burns bacon late at night.” I sure could have used that advice while vacationing in the Smoky Mountains recently.
I have had the odd midnight-snack craving in my day, but I have never gotten up late at night to cook myself some bacon. However, someone in the timeshare where we were staying decided he couldn’t wait until breakfast to get his bacon! Unfortunately, he wasn’t a very good cook.
The bacon burned, and someone in a nearby room smelled it and called 911. So, the entire building was treated to an unscheduled resort activity… a late-night stroll around the parking lot.
When the alarm went off, I was so startled, that I was unable to even process what was going on. My husband and I stumbled around our room trying to figure out what was going on – thinking at first, that it was just going off in our room and that we had done something, in our sleep, to cause it.
Once we figured out what was going on, we did what any intelligent person does when a fire alarm is going off… we stood around for another five minutes deciding whether or not we should actually leave the building. (Good thing there wasn’t a real fire.)
Throughout all of this, our 2-year-old and 4-year-old were still passed out. The ear-splitting alarm and annoying flashing lights did not even cause them to roll over in bed. Once we decided to evacuate, we dragged them out of bed and out into the parking lot.
Thankfully, we were all clothed! However, as I stood there in my sweatpants and t-shirt holding my son (who had on only one shoe and had only one arm in a jacket sleeve) – instead of worrying about whether or not the building was actually on fire, I found myself looking around feeling envious of the women who actually had on nice pajamas.
In A Tale of Two Ponytail Moms, I admitted that I have never exactly been a fashionista. My everyday clothes consist mainly of workout pants and t-shirts. With two kids, we are on a budget, and my wardrobe allowance is almost non-existent. Cute pajamas are at the very bottom of my priority list… at least they were. Now, thanks to some burned bacon, I may bump them up the priority list.
So, here are the things I’ve learned from my Smoky Mountain vacation:
- Cute pajamas are not a waste of money
- My kids can sleep through anything!
- Bacon really is bad for you.