A little alarm now and then keeps life from stagnation – Fanny Burney (1796)
You can say that again! Last Saturday night, I was awaked at 2:15 a.m. by the aggravating chirp of the smoke detector that decided it needed a new battery (this always happens in the middle of the night!). While I might have put earplugs in and ignored it until morning, Bailey was a quivering noodle, because he gets upset over high pitched noises. Sigh.
(Shadow, of course, can’t hear a thing, so he slept through it all)
Joel was out of town, so it was up to me to take care of this annoyance. Since I didn’t want to go out to the garage to get a stepladder, I stood on my tiptoes on a chair and managed to dislodge the stupid thing from its perch, but then I fumbled it in the dark and down it fell. CRACK! It hit the top of the TV right on the button you press to test it. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE went the smoke detector! First, I had to find it on the floor (in the dark) and second I had to find the button to turn it off.
But wait, it gets better! When the smoke detector smacked the TV, the burglar alarm thought it was glass breaking, and it also began to HONK HONK HONK! Mind you, it’s 2:15 in the morning… so sorry, neighbors!
Bailey raced around in a panic while I ran to the keypad by the door to disable that alarm, then ran to the phone to call the alarm company. Rats, where is the number? I found a bill and called to report that all was well. Thankfully, I remembered the secret code that lets them know that it really is me on the phone.
At this point I was a trembling mess of adrenaline, and as you can imagine, it took quite a long time for me to drift back off to sleep. Unfortunately, Sunday morning comes very early at my house, and I do not have the luxury of sleeping in. Diet Coke to the rescue! Anyone who saw me last Sunday morning swigging one BEFORE church could figure out that I was very sleep deprived.
But I made it through the rest of the morning and had a lovely afternoon nap. Looking back on it now, I think the whole incident was hilarious; there is no way in the world I could ever manage to replicate that feat! Thank goodness Joel was not home; he probably would have been extra grumpy with me over the turn of events.
Boys and girls, the moral of this alarming story is to turn on the light and get a stepladder. Then go back to bed. You can bet that next time this happens (and there will be a next time), I will take this advice. Bailey and the neighbors will thank me.