I don’t have a lot of words tonight, because my brain is on SHUT DOWN mode. It may be because last night we had a power outage at 3 AM. And really, I guess it’s more appropriate to say, “THIS MORNING we had a power outage at 3 AM,” but 3:00 is the middle of the night for me, so who cares which way you say it.
(Am I already rambling in the first paragraph? Because it feels like it.)
The power outage came with all kinds of warnings. Specifically, the giant box of memory that Hubs has attached to our computer, which can store more photographs than all the cameras in the United States can snap over a century, decided to just go on ahead and BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! to let us know that it had moved from I’M USING YOUR HOUSE’S ELECTRICITY to I’M NOW ON BATTERY BACKUP AND SCREAMING AT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ABOUT IT.
And then Thing 2’s baby monitor did the same thing. It was all in my face about how I’M RUNNING ON BATTERY HERE, AND I’M DOING MY LEVEL BEST TO WAKE UP THE BABY YOU WANT TO KEEP ASLEEP BY SCREECHING MY ANNOUNCEMENT LIKE I’M PAUL REVERE WITH A MEGAPHONE.
In my opinion (which sounds like a poorly written transitional statement in a basic freshman English class), electronic devices should just oh-so-very-quietly switch from the wall outlet to the batteries. They can send you a little email about it at a more acceptable time… like 8 AM.
“I didn’t want to wake you by screeching in the middle of the night, so I just went ahead and used the battery pack that I’m armed with, so that you could keep sleeping, and then I silently sent you an email announcing this. You’re welcome.”
I think that it goes without saying that all of the beeping mayhem woke Thing 2 up, which resulted in him wanting to party for the next two and a half hours.
What I need is an address for the makers of my baby monitor and my giant computer memory tank, so that I can write an official letter of complaint. It would start with, “Dear Sirs,” and end with a thirty-pound toddler in a wicker basket on their front steps, with the words, “He’s all yours for tonight, so that his parents can sleep, because you felt the need to invent all the BEEPING in the devices you sell.”
That should raise some heads in the corporate world of electronics, so that people sit up straight in their power suits and say, “We need to build a better computer memory box. If it costs as much as a year’s tuition at a community college, people should be able to sleep through it switching from the wall outlet to the battery pack.”
How are y’all?
Because I’m tired.
I seem to live my life tired these days, but I’m embracing it, because I know that eventually Thing 2 will turn thirteen and Hubs and I won’t be able to drag him out of bed in the morning for anything, without the smell of bacon in the background.
So I’ll just wrap things up here for the evening, but FIRST…
… y’all really do need to see our boy’s hair, with the morning sunshine behind it.
He found the pump hand soap on the bathroom sink first thing today, and he used it to “wash” his hair.
Never mind that he wasn’t in the tub when all the washing of the hair was taking place.
And because he’s the second child, I just left the Vanilla Bean hand soap goop IN his hair. It made for some cute snapshots.
Happy Tuesday, everyone. May you all own electronic equipment that doesn’t feel the need to be overly dramatic about a power supply switch in the middle of the night, so that you can REST this evening.