I am already onto coffee cup #2 and still bleary. Why? I took Ambien at 3 a.m. Why? Because there was a beep that kept going off at seemingly unpredictable intervals (no, it was not
Max's new Annoy-a-tron, but how ironic, if I were awake I would frown). Why? Because one of our many smoke detectors had an expired battery.
So here's my question, which I got from Ned, who asked it very pithily and pissedly at 3 a.m. last night:
Why the F don't our smoke detectors have little lights that stay on once the battery is dying, so that you don't have guess which detector it is that has expired?
And I would like to add:
Why do smoke detector batteries always expire at 3 a.m., the freak-out hour?
We had to stand for several minutes under each smoke detector, watching and listening, neck craned upwards, eyes pulling shut, waiting for the beep. Then, when we'd determined that no, this one was NOT it, we would move on to a different one. I fantasized for a moment about assigning a detector to each boy, but I figured I was the parent and and I had to let them sleep.
Finally Ned discovered it was the CO2 detector. Of course I asked worriedly, "You sure it's not a real CO2 problem?" But he didn't even answer and I might not have even asked it. It was so late and we were so tired that we might have eaten the batteries and thought we were dreaming of bad candy.
I got back into bed, a little worried that sleep would be spoiled by being awake a little too much at 3 a.m. but next thing I knew I smelled coffee.