The smoke alarm should try a little harder

I am sooo tired today. Greg was out of town this weekend, so it was just the girls here at home.

In the wee hours of the morning, the fire alarm decided to let me know that it was running low on batteries. It gave a beeeeeeeeeep and then a female electronic voice announced, "Low batteries!" It was as loud as if the fire alarm were going off in an actual fire but not nearly as insistent. I don't even know how many times it reminded me throughout the night. All I know is that I was jolted awake 10 times? 20 times? Every 20 minutes? Every 3 minutes? I have no idea.

If you were a fly on my wall, I think this is what you'd hear all night:

BEEEEP!!!! LOW BATTERIES!!!!
"What the----oh, the alarm---I gotta.... zzzzzzzz"

BEEEP!!!!! LOW BATTERIES!!!!
"Jesus Christ! Will that thing just shut up...zzzzzz"

BEEEEP!!!! LOW BATTERIES!!!!!
"I am just going to get up and change the....zzzzzzz"

BEEEEEP!!!!! LOW BATTERIES!!!!!
"I am seriously going to get up and smash that.......zzzzzzz"


All night long. It was like the night I spent in labor. I was ending up with bad dreams because of it--something about Tom Cruise chasing me through an airport. I'm really scared of Tom Cruise now. Finally at 7:30am I got my butt out of bed and changed the batteries. Ellie, of course, slept through the whole thing.

Now I feel like I didn't sleep a wink all night.