I called a friend tonight.
I told her "I'm having a disproportionate reaction to an event."
Because I was.
And because that's how I talk.
Apparently, it takes some degree of effort for me to sound more like a normal person and less like someone who has multiple math degrees. And at the time I placed that phone call, I didn't have any extra effort in me to give.
The "event" that I was having a disproportionate reaction to was my smoke alarms going off. Every single one of them, at the same time. I wasn't cooking, or baking, and nothing was burning. At least, I was pretty sure that nothing in the house was on fire. So that's weird. And annoying. And I didn't know how to make it stop. My "disproprotionate reaction" as that I just wanted to sit down on my front stoop and sob. We're talking the ugly cry, here people. That's all I wanted to do.
Handsome is currently in a burn building conducting training, so I was left to rely upon the kindness of strangers and my own ingenuity. It's sort of impressive, really, that it has taken nearly 3 years for this to happen; me to need him and him be unreachable due to the fire/medic service. This was the first time, as long as we're not counting the time he left me at the grocery store. Let's not count that.
I loaded Duke up in the Jeep, so that in case the house really was on fire, I wouldn't have a char-broiled pup on my hands, and went to the grocery store. A mere $18 later, I had 4 new batteries all in place.
It still happened again. So now I'm playing the process of elimination where we methodically unhook each detector from the electric, and see what happens. And I'm not baking. Just in case.
So begins another adventure as the wife of a firefighter. Paramedic school also starts tomorrow (likely the cause of my disproportionate reaction), and so I'm also entering a new phase in life. I like to call it "The Wedded Bachelorette". I hear that a person can survive most anything, if they have a finish line. So here's to the next 11 months. May they be as painless as possible. And may I still be able to recognize my husband at the end of it.
Oh, and may my house not burn down. Amen.
Glamorous as always,