Project 365 - Day 85

Oh the joy of the smoke dectector. In our house these things had better not ever have to be counted on. From the one in the kitchen going off whenever I grill anything to the ones in the bedrooms that go off for no reason (and no I don't think a weak battery is a good reason). Mike just changed the batteries for the one in our room and the retreat (aka Noah's room). So imagine my shock and surprise when the thing starts going off at 3:30 in the morning. I was having a rough night with Laura and Noah already so I was more than a tad cranky. Laura was in our bed and Noah was in his crib and I can't believe they stayed asleep as this thing was going off right above their heads. As soon as I would get up and walk around to figure out what I was going to do it stopped. Then I would try and lay down again and it would go off again. I was really getting irrated and not thinking very clearly at 4am so I grabbed the broom and started stabbing it trying to get the thing to stop or break would have worked at this point. I finally decided I had to go out into the garage and get the ladder. After being pinned between the mini van and the kids play slide I managed to lift the entire ladder up over my head and shimmy out without damage to the car. I set up the ladder and started twisting and trying to yank the thing out of the ceiling and it came loose only to have to be disconnected from the hard wiring. I managed to do this without falling off the ladder only to be holding it in my hand with it still going off. I took the battery out and finally it stopped avoiding certain death by me stomping on it. I still can't believe the kids wake up from the slightest things and manage to sleep through something that is supposed to warn them to wake up and get out of the house. And my real question is why, why, why do these things have to happen in the middle of the night? Why can't they happen in the middle of the day when I have two more wits about me?

So, when Nathan and Laura woke up at 6:30am I was none too pleased and Noah was up right after that making noise in his crib. When I couldn't ignore any of them any longer I stumble out of bed and head over to the crib thinking I will just pull him into bed with me with some toys and hopefully lay there long enough to gain enough energy to make it through the day. Normally I am little miss sing song with good morning baby and how are you and so on but this time I dragged myself over with no noise and went to reach in only to be greeted by his smiling face and he looked so surprised to see me he says MAMA! THAT WOKE ME UP. I was so excited I got a surge of energy and danced around the room with him in my arms and literally floated to the kitchen to make breakfast for the other munchkins. So, I am sticking to my theory that sleep is overrated, please don't correct me and just let me continue to live in my fantasy dream land a little longer. I am just thrilled he said mama.