... It's 1:30 and you are finally crawling into bed to call it a day. You lay there for about 15 minutes and just as you are about to drift into a blissful night's sleep, you hear the abrupt sound of a smoke alarm going off.
You may think that your first reaction would be to jump out of bed, grab your precious things, and escape certain death, right? Logical, but not what you do. You slowly go to check things out, stand sleepily below the alarm and stare at it as if your glare will somehow reach the alarm 18 feet above your head to shut it off. Your sister saunters out of her room, with as much worry and concern as yourself, as you stand there staring at each other trying to figure out how to turn it off so you can crawl back in bed. Smart right?
After realizing the house is not on fire and it is actually the carbon monoxide alarm, you shut it off (by standing on a chair using the handle of a broom) and crawl back in bed. 5 minutes later you are to be alerted by the same alarm. Maybe time to take it seriously? Possibly. After some unanswered calls to Daddy, you decide that you have to call the fire department. You are told to quickly exit your house and wait outside (possibly in your car) for the truck to arrive.
You and your sister wait for 20 minutes (all the time thinking "if my house was on fire it would have burned down before they even got here") and finally have the embarrassment of a large fire truck and ambulance rolling up to your door. You sit awkwardly as four fire fighters inspect your house (while constantly worrying that it is just some dumb false alarm and you will be "that girl" who can't figure it out).
Another 20 minutes later, you are told the alarm is going off due to some glitch, they have replaced the battery and you are free to go back to bed. The lure of your bed seems inviting, but the alarm has a different idea for you. After waiting patiently for the fire fighters to pack up and leave, the alarm decides to alert again and leaves you wondering what is going on. Your oh so patient and worried father (on the phone 30 minutes away) suggests you should probably sleep somewhere else to be safe and insists you come home.
You and your sister pack up your stuff, trek to the car, and tiredly drive (at 3:00 in the morning) to your parents safe haven. You are welcomed by your worried (tired) dad, who has kindly turned down the bed for you, and settle in for the night at 4:00 AM.
You awake to your still kind and worried dad who drives you home (ladder in stow) to check things out and save the day by fixing the alarm.
After all this you head into work, with two hours of sleep, and pray that 5:30 rolls around just so you can get home to get some sleep on a Friday night.
Imagine you are me and this would have been the adventure of your night last night. Awesome.
9 comments:
What in the HECK was that! I'm so so SO tired today, and training was ever so painful! Lucky for us it was just a false alarm! :)
I know I never comment on your blog, but I do enjoy reading it. And this exact same thing happened to me once, except I had a 5-day-old baby and the firetruck had to come to my house twice. Horrible! I feel your pain.
what a NIGHTMARE!!
Ugh. At least your safe though right? You could have come to our house. Much shorter drive and your bed is still empty...
Wow, what a night! At least it was just a false alarm!
Thanks for your report--glad SUPER GIRL knew what to do.
Ah, the joys of home ownership!
Well, at least things aren't dull on your end of the runway. I'm with Andrea, oh the joys of home ownership.
So I'm way late posting on here, but JILL! That's awful! Thank goodness it wasn't for real.. even though it meant lack of sleep.
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