In the wee, small hours of the morning, I pried one eye open to a shrieking alarm. Tim sprang from the bed, to the alarm clock, and back again, before my second eyelid was raised.
Only, it wasn't the alarm clock.
It was 1:30 am, and I was foggy and confused. If the alarm was going off, then the clock should say 6:30.
It took Tim some serious, and very patient, explaining before I realized that the alarm was the sound of the smoke detector....again....and that the fact that it had ceased when Tim turned the alarm clock off was pure coincidence. He grudgingly got up and went to turn the alarm clock back on.
After the smoke alarm thing the first night, Tim had changed all the batteries. They should be quietly protecting us from errant smoke, not interupting a perfectly good nights rest. I have no idea why these things are tormenting us.
Any suggestions?
If they scream at us again tonight, I am going to be very grumpy indeed.
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