3:30 am
Imagine being ripped from your deep sleep by the shrill siren of your fire alarm, and jumping out of bed you think, "Everything is fine - the batteries are just dead...", and as your hubby rushes to make it stop, you go console your 4-year-old who is giving the alarm a run for it's money with all her shrieking.
3:45 am
To make it even worse, not one, but all the alarms were going off, and we couldn't figure out why or how to make them stop, so we thought it might be carbon monoxide. Matt called the fire department, and the dispatcher told us to leave the windows shut and go wait in our car until they arrived.
4:10 am
I about died when a police car, an ambulance and a firetruck pulled into our street with lights flashing (no sirens, thank goodness!) and I waited in the car with Macie (who much to my chagrin, was now bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to play "pretend I'm your pet fox with a purple sparkly tail") while Matt, the sheriff and three sleepy firemen walked through our house with their equipment in the wee hours of the morning searching for any poisonous gases.
4:24 am
The good news is we're not dead and of course they found nothing, but we did learn that all the fire alarms are on the same circuit, so if one has dead batteries, it affects all of them - go figure! Once all our guests had left and the flashing lights had faded from our street, Matt loaded our pet fox in the car and headed to the store for new batteries while I put baby Finn back to bed.
4:45 am
Matt gets home and changes all the alarm batteries and then we celebrate with a scoop of Dreyer's Fully Loaded Mint Chip & Brownie ice cream (an early morning impulse buy).
5:00 am
After tucking Macie safely into her fox burrow, Matt & I headed off to bed wondering how we were ever going to survive the next day. We decided the first step was to turn off the alarm clock! Whew! What a night.
Note to self: schedule bi-annual battery check for fire alarms!
xoxo
Lindsey
