Last night I was awakened from a deep sleep just before 2 a.m.
Something is beeping…a fire! We’re having a fire!
No wait, that can’t be right. Our upstairs smoke alarm, along with a siren, chants “Fire! Fire! Fire!” over and over again in a cheerful male voice, with undertones of, “Hey, dude! No need to panic, but what say we all join hands and put our spirits together to take care of this wee little fire problem, eh?” Well, maybe not that “eh” part. I don’t think fire-alarm-dude is Canadian.
Something was still beeping, though. I woke up a little bit more.
It’s coming from our room. Is it Sir Monkeypants’ alarm clock?
Definitely a possibility, because Sir Monkeypants was sleeping soundly next to me, completely unaware that any beeping was going on, which is typical for those rare days when he actually does set an alarm, leaving me to crawl across him and shut the stupid thing off, then kick him repeatedly until he wakes up and does get out of bed.
But no, that didn’t seem to be it.
The new baby monitor, then. It’s supposed to beep when it loses its signal. Is the power out?
There was a thunderstorm outside, and in my neighbourhood, a thunderstorm usually means at least one power outage. Sometimes the power is out for a few hours — I’ve become complacent about it. But that wasn’t it; my plug-in clock was still working.
But I really do think it is the baby monitor. It’s beeping. OH MY GOD. One of the kids’ alarm clocks is going off!
I flew out of bed and raced into the hall. First stop, Little Miss Sunshine’s room — all quiet on the baby front.
Next stop, Gal Smiley’s room.
She’s lying fast asleep, sideways on her single bed with her feet hanging off of one side and her head nearly hanging off the other. Her head is barely an inch away from her clock, which is beeping loudly right in her ear.
As she peacefully sleeps on. Her father’s daughter, that one.
I was able to go into her room, press all the buttons on the clock to snooze it out, then feel around in the dark for a few minutes trying to figure out how to actually shut the thing off permanently…without waking her up or disturbing her sleep in any way.
This does not bode well for the coming school year, in which she has to be up and out the door by 7:45 a.m.
Nor does it bode well for us ever seeing her before noon on weekends, once she turns 13.
Of course it took me ages and ages to get back to sleep, all the while Gal Smiley and Sir Monkeypants slept on. Must be nice to have a beeper filter!