Chirp...chirp....I roused myself from sleep to figure out where the sound was coming from. Why do the smoke alarm batteries demand to be replaced only at night?
My husband had already left for work, so I got a ladder and streeeetched, but I was still a foot away from the alarm on our eight-foot ceiling.
So I wake up my boy, my boy who is a foot taller than me, and he stumbles downstairs sleepily. He climbs the ladder and reaches for the alarm, tentatively at first, then with more boldness when he realizes that the alarm is not going down without a fight. A screwdriver and some mental cursing later, the alarm falls silent.
He has slain his dragon. He has vanquished his foe. He limps groggily back up the stairs, no longer a boy, but now a man. I am filled with pride.
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Of course, I know we should change the batteries before they cry out that they need to be changed, but for some reason, marking on my calendar to change the batteries twice a year just feels wrong. What would I become if I scheduled battery changes? I think it would just drain all the life out of me.
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ReplyDeleteI would have bashed it with the end of a broom until it shrieked and whined and finally gave up the ghost.
They do seem to die at the most inopportune time.And then there aren't the correct batteries to put in!
ReplyDeleteWow, I didn't even think of a broom...
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, the smoke detector door is hanging open, battery-less. But thankfully the detectors are all over the house and are hard-wired to the electricity, so we won't die.
But if they are wired to the electricity and the batteries are just for back-up, why do the batteries keep going out?
Must call electrician brother-in-law to come stare at my smoke detectors.
haha, I too would've bashed mine with a broom. That or tried to shoosh it by airing out the place since that normally makes it go off. We have a smoke alarm right above the top of the stairs, boy do I hate changing that. I'm too short which means I need a chair right at the top of the very steep stairs.
ReplyDeleteHa! My oldest son has been the official bug squisher and spider killer since he was about seven! I just know he's going to make an excellent husband to some lucky lady some day :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. That photo in your avatar? Of the teeny baby monkey? Awwwwww!
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ReplyDeleteMy son refuses to assume his role as spider-killer.
ReplyDeleteMy girls also demand that every spider be given the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, so I have mastered the spider-saving routine.
And being short is very hard! Thankfully I married an extra-tall man, but if anything ever happens to him, I won't be able to reach to change the lightbulbs.