We just finished watching "Cheaper by the Dozen," the cute and crazy movie about a family with 12 kids and continuous chaos. While we watched the movie the house alarm next door sounded continuously for 2 hours. It's too hot to close all the windows, so it's almost like it's going off in our own house. We all squished on the couch, while trying not to touch each other (way too hot), able to hear only the crazy parts of the movie (all soft dialogue parts were lost in the alarm sounds).
After the movie ended I tried to hurry Abigail into bed (we meant to watch only the first half of the movie and just got too distracted) while Micah spilled water down the stairs and created a scene, gesturing wildly to protest his innocence and throwing yet more water everywhere. Jesse shouted from the shower that he couldn't find the soap, I found water on the book left on their bathroom floor, and Owen made calls to security, who have no immediate plans to do anything at all about the continuous alarm-ringing next door (think really, really loud car alarm that lasts for 3 full minutes only to trip again a few seconds later).
I am struck by how much I feel I relate with the movie, even though we only have three kids.