February 6th, 2009
More proof that you really shouldn’t mess with a mother — particularly not one who is a wee bit sleep deprived:
The other night, I was up with Miss Mouse at about 3am. I had just gotten her back to bed when the calm of the house was interrupted by a piercing high-pitched beep.
AAAACK! What the hell is that? (thought I)
I raced out of her room, closing the door behind me and hoping like mad that I could find the source before it woke her. Moments later I had identified the culprit — the control console for our security system. (Which we don’t actually use, thereby adding insult to injury.)
The real problem arose when I couldn’t figure out how to open the battery cover to replace the stupid things. I poked. I prodded. I broke a nail trying to pry it open. I bent a butter knife doing the same. The little “lift here for batteries” sign mocked me and I was not happy about it.
All the while, the beeping continued…
…until I ripped the entire console off the wall.
Problem solved. Mostly. There’s just the matter of the unsightly hole on the wall.