It’s 3:30 a.m. my time.
Why am I up blogging?
Well… let me tell you.
We were all sleeping peacefully. Happily. Blissfully.
Tranquility was shattered when the oh-my-freaking-goodness-the-world-will-end-if-you-don’t-get-up-and-panic-NOW beeping started.
Yes. The !@#$ smoke detector.
It wasn’t a usual “beep a couple of times, the battery is dying” beep.
Oh no… it was a nice long “your house will burn down in approximately 2 minutes, have a nice life” shrill ongoing beep.
LOVELY.
Being the sane responsible lone adult in the house…
I sat up and screamed bloody murder.
Huh.
That helped.
Tori came out of her room to see what was going on.
TJ was sitting up saying ‘WHAT IS GOING ON?!!’
and
Tommy curled up in a ball and pretended all was well.
Good to know I’ve trained them how to respond to an alarm going off, eh?
And while we’re on the subject. You know the study that says kids will respond better to a smoke detector that has the parents voice recorded telling them to get up? Look… I don’t about OTHER people’s kids, but my kids don’t listen to my voice that well when they are fully awake and mostly satiated with life in general. Who the !@#$ are these kids in this study that can sleep through a DEFCON 10 you-will-die-NOW kind of an alarm… but will stumble out of bed and follow directions when they hear mom’s voice say, “Get up!”????
Right.
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So… now the sitting and waiting for more beeps vigil has begun.
If you stare at that alarm long enough… you see funny things. We’ll not discuss my hallucinations at this point. I’m just saying…
I know green is normal. A random red no set interval? <— Yes, I’m a geek and have a timer running to see when it flashes again. Battery change? (done to the one unit that went off)… problem is the other one that has flashed red? Yeh, about 17 feet in the air.
Well crud. I’ve yet to master that whole levitating thing.
It’s going to be a looooooong night.
Sigh.
PS Not very normal that one of my first thoughts was : “House. On. Fire. YES!!!!!!!! Now we don’t have to worry about it selling if it burns down.”
Who me? Stressed about the house not selling? No… no not at all.
Thanks for asking.
