Have you ever had a smoke alarm battery die in the middle of the day? No, I didn't think so.
I am almost 46 years old (be nice) and I cannot recall one single time that a smoke alarm starting its incessant, annoying, anger-inducing chirping at noon. Or 10am. Or 4pm. Nope, those things are rigged to die between midnight and 4am.
As you know, we are finally in our new home, in a new state. It has been a whirlwind of things to get done and I'm not feeling anywhere close to being settled.
One thing we should have done, and I advise you to do it, is change the batteries in all the smoke alarms when we moved in. We have no idea when they were last changed, so starting fresh with new batteries sounds like a solid idea. In hindsight.
The fist one went off at 1:30am. I'll try not to dwell on the fact that I had been having trouble sleeping and had just fallen asleep at midnight. Or that Hubs had had two incredibly long, physical, work days in a row leaving him exhausted. I went downstairs to get the tall step stool, because while nine foot ceilings are wonderful, you can't reach them on a standard step stool. I pulled it down and tried to unplug it from the wiring. (Yes, they still chirp when the battery dies even when they are hard wired.) This wide edge on the plug covers the battery compartment, so I couldn't pull the battery without pulling the plug. Only the plug wouldn't pull.
I really tried to take care of it, but it wouldn't budge. Hubs climbed out of bed and climbed the step stool, nearly buck naked in our freezing house. There might have been cuss words. He sent me to the garage to get a screwdriver. In the freezing garage. By the time I got back he had broken off the lip of the plug and pulled the battery. Now if you've never had this happen, you'll love this: as I carried it down the hallway, unplugged and stripped of it's battery, it continued to chirp at me. If being hard wired and battery backed up isn't enough, they hold a charge of power for a few minutes. Isn't that charming? I buried it under my son's pillow and closed the bedroom door. (Okay, this might be one tiny moment where I was glad he was away at school and not home.)
Fortunately I fell back to sleep relatively quickly once I crawled back into my own bed.
Did you catch the first words of my paragraph way up there? I said the first one went off at 1:30am. The second one went off at 3:00am. Oh yes, the SECOND one. There were definitely cuss words at this point.
It was coming from the hall. I climbed the step ladder and removed the alarm and the battery with much less trouble this time. As I carried it to my son's room to add to the under the pillow hiding place, the one 10 feet away chirped above my head. I had just disconnected the wrong one.
Third time up the ladder and another fight with the plug landed a third alarm under the pillow.
I'm pretty sure we were on candid camera and there will be an unattractive video popping up online of our middle of the night swear fest. Or it was just really, really bad luck.
But I can tell you that tonight I will go to bed reassured that every alarm (9!) in this house has a fresh battery. And not one of those cheap no name batteries that were in there before. Some things are just worth the money for brand name. My sleep would be one of them! For now, I can only laugh at the absurdity.