This past week, one of my daughters brought to my attention an annoying beep that kept happening every minute or so in her bedroom where she happened to be playing before dinner, and she didn’t know what the beeping was. I got up from my reading and went to her room. Before I entered I knew exactly what it was – the battery in her smoke detector was low.
You need to understand that we’ve got 10-foot ceilings throughout our house and the builder installed the detectors out of reach – even if I stand on a chair to try and change the batteries.
That means I have to go to the garage; get the six-foot step ladder; lug it into the house; carry it up the stairs; change all the batteries up there and then repeat the process for all the smoke detectors downstairs.
My reason for changing the batteries at the same time is because once one of them goes kaput, it’s safe to assume they’ll all expire a couple days apart. So rather than spend the next two weeks schlepping that ladder in-and-out of the house, I get them all done together.
Regardless, it’s a hassle and for a second I actually thought about just ignoring the beeping until the battery fully died.
