M and I were both away last weekend. I was in NYC. He was fishing, canoeing and camping.
Unfortunately, I got home first and was greeted by a loud BEEP. And another. And another.
Smoke detector must need a new battery. BEEP. Where do we even keep batteries? BEEP. Buy a new one? BEEP. No, it's raining outside. And getting late. BEEP! Just disconnect...
Seriously? Maybe it was the upstairs smoke detector? BEEP. Disconnect that one.
Silence. Silence. Silence. BEEP!
Are you kidding me? Maybe taking the batteries out isn't enough. BEEP. It must know I didn't change the battery and it's punishing me for it. BEEP!
A laundry basket full of towels. Perfect. BEEP. Wrap both detectors in towels. Bring laundry basket to garage. BEEP. Shut the door!
Back up the basement stairs. And then up to our bedroom. Victory? BEEP! Ugh!
Jump out the window? Kidding.
Call M. He'll know what to do. Ring. Ring. Ring. BEEP! Ring Ring...
"Maybe it's the carbon monoxide decor," M suggested. Oh yeah. That thing.
BEEP. Unplug. BEEP. A silence button! Hit silence button. Remove batteries. Silence....
And more silence. Still silence.
Now the only problem was every safety detector was in pieces all over our house. Taking them apart was one thing. Gathering the pieces and putting them back together. Not so easy.