My kids ended up at my brothers house
My husband and I went out of town Saturday afternoon and we decided to spend the night at a hotel.
We left the kids alone and we told them that we were probably going to stay somewhere overnight.
Both of our children are teenagers and my husband and I did not think it would be a big deal to leave them home alone all weekend. We had left them alone before in the past and they never had any problems. Things were much different this time. An hour after my husband and I pulled out of the driveway, we received the first of a dozen distress phone calls. The heater in the house suddenly stopped working. The kids said it was getting colder and colder, but the heater didn’t come on. My husband tried to troubleshoot the problem with our oldest son, but they couldn’t figure out how to fix the problem together. My husband called his brother who is an electrician, and he asked the guy to go to the house to look at the heater. Dave was pretty busy, but he offered to look in on the kids later that day. The kids called three more times during the day to complain about the heater. When Dave arrived at our house a few hours later, he called on his phone to tell us that the indoor temperature was 51 degrees. He didn’t know why the heater wasn’t working, but he said he was taking the kids over to his house until we could get home and fix the furnace.