The Saga of the BEEP, or, How I Nearly Lost My Mind Yesterday
Yesterday afternoon I was sitting at the computer minding my own business and doing the proofing thing. Not feeling the best anyway since I'm still recovering from the latest sinus infection. From the hallway comes a BEEP. Hmmm, battery must be running low in the smoke detector. I'm too short to reach it without hurting myself so husband climbs up on the stepstool to change it. BEEP.
OK, the three detectors in the house are wired together so maybe one of the others is low. So he goes through the whole house and changes the other two. BEEP. Hmmm, the batteries in the drawer must have been older than we thought. Husband goes to store to buy new batteries. He changes them all again. BEEP. So I suggested vacuuming them to make certain there aren't dust bunnies living inside. BEEP.
He wants to know what the owner's manual says to do. The builder didn't GIVE us the owner's manual for the smoke detectors so I look up the manufacturer online and find a .pdf of the manual for our (now discontinued) model. It suggests changing the battery and vacuuming the outside of the unit. Grrr. BEEP. Husband deduces the sound is much louder upstairs so the upstairs unit must have gone bad. The manual has the wiring instructions for installing the unit so we reverse the instructions to disconnect the wires. The unit is now in my hand. BEEP. Oh, yeah, remove the battery. {fumble, fumble} BEEP.
At this point (a good two hours from the first BEEP) the child is crying, the dog is whimpering and pacing, husband is trying hard not to swear in front of the child, and I'm certain the blinking thing is possessed!
Then a thought occurs to me. I turn around, walk across the landing, and unplug the carbon monoxide detector and replace its battery. Wait ... wait ... wait some more ... no BEEP. Sigh. We went out for dinner--just couldn't handle being in here any longer!
You can quit laughing now. Really, you can. ;-)