Last night Addie and I were just talking about going to bed and I said “I think I hear a chirping smoke detector!” She listened for a second, didn’t hear it and said “No!” Then we both heard and it and went on a search. There are 7 on the main level and though I didn’t count, there are 6 or 7 in the basement. My fear was that it was in the master bedroom and there are 12′ ceilings down there. No way was I going to be able to dig oaut a ladder tall enough to reach it, nor would I probably even be able to get the ladder up the stairs.
We went first to the master bedroom and we were both standing there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the next chirp. It wasn’t that one! There’s one in the hall and one in Addie’s bedroom and they aren’t 4′ apart. When they’re that close, it’s hard to see which one is doing it so Addie went in her room, closed the door, and I stood in the hall. Not those. We went to the third main level bedroom. Not that one. Addie said “I think it’s coming from the kitchen!” We went in there – no alarm in the kitchen, dining room or breakfast room . . thank goodness. I never understood alarms in the kitchen or near the kitchen. I see why you might need one but they go off so often from cooking that most I’ve ever had never had batteries in them.
While looking around in the kitchen area, Addie said “I believe it’s coming from the basement.” We both went downstairs and yep, the basement family room alarm was chirping. Thank goodness the ceilings aren’t high in there so I was able to bring my little kitchen 2 step folding stool down there and get it down. I didn’t have any 9v batteries so I just took the battery out and told Vince when he’s here next, we’re changing ALL the batteries.
I was very thankful the dead battery alert wasn’t in the rooms where I couldn’t reach it!