When I said the house was too quiet to work this weekend - I think someone got the wrong idea. I was praying for the pitter-patter of tiny paws to find their way to me.
I see now I needed to be specific. Sure, the house was far from quiet today, but not in the way I hoped. Ten minutes after hubby left this morning I heard a load chirp.
"What was that?"
"Is that inside the house?"
"Seriously, what is that?"
At this point I could no longer ignore my new companion. Upon investigation, I discovered it was the shrill voice of the smoke alarm in the bedroom. Apparently, just wanting to let me know it's battery needed changing.
"Okay. I got it. But you are 13 feet in the air and I can't carry the ladder in here myself. So you're just gonna need to keep it down till hubby gets home tonight."
"Seriously? You're gonna keep this up all day?"