It's a huge experiment probably dreamed up by some crafty aliens...can't you see them up there? "Hey let's see what happens if we change the clocks...oooh, they all do the same thing only one hour off!" Like little Lemmings.
I don't mind it in the Summer, but there are more Daylight hours in the Summer.
Now instead of it being dark when I get up in the morning, it's going to be dark when I go to class at night. It's hard enough to go to class now...it makes it super hard when it's cold and you would rather be snuggling with Mr. Twisted and drinking a Cosmo.
That brings me to the smoke alarms.
When Mr. Twisted and I went to El Paso, the Oldest Boy came home for the weekend. He spent the night here one night alone. When I realized this (7 am before our 10am flight) I ran to the store to buy some batteries for the smoke alarms. I know what you are saying but you can't ever STOP being a MOM!
I knew that the batteries hadn't been changed since Mr. Twisted and I got married, 2 YEARS AGO!
I bought 2 batteries. I didn't realize there were 3 alarms. Oh well. They are all wired together so it should be okay, right?
Mr. Twisted changed the one on the top floor.
Mr. Twisted changed the one on the middle floor. All the while
He puts the stepladder up and we hear "chirp". Okay that's good, they work...
Grabbing stuff, throwing stuff in my bag (I had all my clothes packed but my computer stuff? Geez, I have to check the blogs in the morning, right?)
A few minutes later "Chirp"
Mr. Twisted looks at me, "Is that the smoke alarm?"
Me: "Uh Yeah"
Mr. Twisted: "They were working fine til you made me mess with them!"
Me: "Only if by 'working' you mean...DEAD."
Mr. Twisted then gets the stepladder out again and plays with the detector still
Mr. Twisted: "We don't have TIME for this!"
Keep in mind, we have a 25 minute drive to the airport, our flight leaves at 10:30 and it's 8:15. I am now understanding why it didn't go off the last time I burned something in the kitchen. (A.D.D and cooking sometimes don't mix)
He puts the
And we leave. Fortunately, there was no fire while we were gone.
A few days later,
Mr. Twisted: "Is that the smoke alarm in the basement?"
Me: "uh yeah"
Mr Twisted "sigh, we are OUT of batteries"
So I go to the store and buy 2 more 9 volt batteries. I come home and the cats are freaking out because they can't find the bird that has taken residence in the Bat Cave and taunts them every 5 minutes with a "chirp".
I replace the
Mr. Twisted: "Time to set the clocks back."
Me: "Do you think we should change the batteries in the smoke detectors?"