30 Days of Insight
Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail.
Well, it’s only Tuesday. Are we talking this past week as in yesterday and today or last week as in before the weekend, which is too long ago to remember.
Let’s settle on this week and I’ll let you in on a little nightmare I had lastnight. It was well past midnight…WELL PAST. I was awakened by a chirping sound. Not a cute bird-like peep, but a pissed off, nerve-grating, loud as an alarm beep. An alarm. Do you see where this is going?
The fire alarm decided to tell us it was low on batteries at some un-godly hour. In my stupor, I focused more on the fact that I needed to pee than the angry noise coming from the tiny device on our ceiling. As I walked back into the room, Jensen was awake and panicked that our electricity had gone out causing the alarm to malfunction. That’s a major fear here in the Texas summer. Nope. The fan is still on and the clocks are blaring a number in the single digits. AM.
He grabbed a chair to climb on, I ransacked the house for a hiding 9-volt battery, and the dogs, now stirred up and ready to play, began to wrestle. First battery in. Alarm back on ceiling. Everyone back in bed. Wait. Wait. Wait. BEEP! AHHHHHH!
Ransacking and rummaging begins again for yet another 9-volt with no luck. Meanwhile the alarm is removed from the ceiling again and put in the guest bedroom in the top drawer of a desk. Door closes. Everyone back in bed. BEEP!
We can hear the damn thing across the house. Incessant beeping. WHY?! Why in the middle of the night? You couldn’t tell us of your depleted battery around 7PM. Even 10 would have been better. I ask, Mr. Alarm, that you please plan ahead better in the future.
Finally I located another battery. Jensen fastened the alarm back to the ceiling, and we settled everyone back down. The dogs were a little unnerved at the shrill noise and the fact that their people were wandering around the house in the middle of the night throwing open drawers and slamming cabinet doors. It took me FOREVER to fall back asleep and my bedside alarm rang much too soon.
Why do those things always pick the middle of the night to go out? I’m all about fire prevention and home safety and see a purpose for the alarm and its warning that the battery will soon no longer offer its protection. However, there needs to be some way to turn that thing off for battery replacement at a more proper hour.
The whole time I kept remembering the Friends episode with Phoebe and the fire alarm. She beats the thing to death and it still beeps, so she wraps it in a blanket (with her name on it unbeknownst to her) and drops it down the trash shoot. The fireman returns it, knowing its owner by the name on the blanket, and tells her how to reset it. But the reset button has been smashed and rendered useless. It’s all in the middle of the night and she looks like she might cry. I hear ya Phoebs! If I hadn’t been so groggy and annoyed, I wouldn’ve laughed. I love that episode 🙂