It was shortly after midnight when I was awakened. No clue as to why. But I was warm and needed a drink. As so often happens upon being awakened in the night, my mind began racing.
I hate that.
Finally, a while later, as I was drifting into a lovely calm, I heard a shrill chirp. This could only be one thing.
The smoke detector.
These things can save your life. I know this. But they require some maintenance, and that's what husbands are for. As we all know, I have no husband.
So, I did what any woman would do. I ignored it.
I decided that I could probably sleep in between chirps, since they seemed to be coming every 30 minutes or so. I was timing them like contractions.
But I couldn't get back to sleep knowing that another chirp was coming.
I was anxious.
Waiting.
Annoyed.
About 2 am, I threw back the covers and stomped to the garage in my PJs to get the ladder. I have some kind of a cathedral ceiling in my room that reaches the stars. The idiot who hung the smoke detector put it on the highest point. You can hardly see it from the ground. It's like a speck way up there.
A chirping speck.
In my dizzy 2 am state, I had to totter on the top of an unsteady ladder. My only reassurance was that falling would land me back into my bed. I changed the battery.
Let this be a lesson to you. Go change those batteries today, if you can't remember the last time you did so.
1 comment:
Darn it.
What a bummer.
I had an epiphany this morning in the shower - with Asia traveling so much now, if the handle came off the hot water thingy in the shower (as it often does,) I'd have to shower in the back bathroom until he came home because I have no idea whatsoever how to fix it.
I'm sorry you had to get the ladder out at 2:00 am. That just really stinks.
Perhaps there's a certain guy out there who might marry you and relieve you of these hazardous middle of the night chores?
I'm just sayin'.
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