So I’m trying to figure out who invented smoke alarms. How do they keep working when they’ve been pulled out of the ceiling and the batteries have been removed? Why do they seem to randomly run out of batteries only in the middle of the night?
These are things you wonder when you finally have a night where you go to bed before midnight and drift off so easily to sleep and then get woken up at 2:07a.m. to the sound of wailing sirens. Dave and I got up all bleary-eyed and removed as many of those darn things as we could find, chucked out their batteries, and hit them deep under the couch cushions and headed back to bed after the incessant beeping was finally smothered.
But do you think after that I can drift back peacefully to sleep? No. Not happening tonight. My mind is suddenly more concerned about things like what in the world I’m going to dress my four girls in for my brother’s wedding…in two days (tough color scheme I’m trying to match here). Or how my photoshoot turned out from today that I never got a chance to download. Or how I’m going to combat my apparently early onset of what I’m convinced must be Alzheimer’s. Or what if there really is a fire and now all the smoke alarms are smothered. How am I going to get my family all out of the house before it burns down? Then I got to thinking about how I’m sure every mother is crazy busy just like me, but why am I the one who just can’t pedal fast enough to keep up? And Max needs a haircut…bad. And speaking of Max, why does he have to make the best cookies ever when I’m trying to eat more healthy? Seriously they are delicious, he’s quite a little baker. Hmmm. Maybe I should help him start a little cookie business… And there are 183 blog posts on my igoogle account and I’ll never be able to be inspired by reading them all. These are the random ramblings of my brain following smoke alarms.
Now that I’ve got that out, I’m heading back to that bed I was dreaming of curling back up in since I got up yesterday morning. Hoping for at least a few more hours before life hits me smack on again in the “real” morning.