Middle child busted, hubby steps in poo, fish throw stones

I’ve started week four without a laptop, currently I am using one that the store loaned to me while I await the okay for brand new computer. It seems they were unable to repair my motherboard or find a replacement, plus the LCD panel is shot, and there isn’t a part available for it either.  Geez.

So what has been happening with me – lots!

First I busted middle child, which had both of us laughing for a few days. What happened you ask? Some of you may not know that middle child is neither a child nor a teenager, she is a young adult doing her own thing.  Me, well I do not sleep well, I’m up numerous times throughout the night. So as it happened, I was outside on the front porch around 2 a.m. when a cab pulled up beside the house. Ah middle child has arrived home, but not by herself, she has brought a boy, hmm. She first tries to sneak him in the front gate, which is ridiculously silly since it is only a few steps from the front porch. Unable to open the lock, she realizes she has no choice but to walk by mom (I’m laughing as I watch her). She quickly races past me, and I assume she hopes the boy does, but nope! Like any mother who sees her daughter bring someone home, I hold my hand out to shake his while I introduce myself (oh I’m cruel!). Being a polite young man, he shakes my hand and introduces himself (with a big grin on his face). They both enter the house, while I yell “Busted!”

The next day, hubby awoke at his usual time of 6:30 a.m. to get ready for work and feed the dogs.  Well it seems no one took the dogs out to do their business the night before, so one of them had an accident in the house, which my husband stepped in! After cleaning up that mess, Bear was sick and vomited on the landing. Another mess for hubby to clean up, only to step in another poo a few minutes later. It was not a good morning start for him!

Next up was the young man, who broke out with a case of chicken pox, this was the second time for him. I woke up with a stye in my left eye, so it was off to the family doctor for both of us. A prescription for me, rest and Benadryl for the young man. Thankfully the chicken pox  pretty much remained on his torso, but it was still quite itchy for him and my stye has cleared up.

Lastly our fish, which I seriously considered flushing down the toilet for a premature death the other day. I again woke up in the middle of the night only to hear noises that sounded similar to electrical wires arcing. Since I had my phone with me, I turned on the flashlight app and went on the hunt for the cause of the noise. After checking all floors, plus the electrical panel I went back to bed. After about another hour of sleeping, I once again woke to the weird sounds, unable to find anything the second time around, I went back to bed hoping that if there was a fire, our fire alarms would wake me. It wasn’t until the morning that I found out the source of the noise – the fish. Hubby, who had slept on the couch in the basement, explained the fish were picking up the stones on the bottom of the aquarium then spitting them out, hitting the glass. He too was very close to killing our pond fish, who spend winters in the house.

Lost without my laptop

Week three has started for me without my trusted laptop. DH has kindly let me use his, but because of its weight I can only use it for short bursts of time. I have had lots of blogging ideas to write, but for now they are just on paper. Hopefully everyone will be patient as I wait for my laptop’s return.

In the meantime, maybe listen to some music and dance. :-)

I cut the wires – short term memory loss

Last week was a bad week for me. My brain was not working at all. It was all due to fibro fog and perimenopause fog. What happened – the fire alarm happened.

Image of fire alarm on the ceiling.

Beeping fire alarm on the ceiling.

The day before I turned 54, April 9th to be exact, the fire alarm in our son’s room starting beeping, reminding me that it was time to change the battery. This sounds easy, right? Well when your brain is not functioning  properly, this task becomes insanely difficult. First problem, it wouldn’t stop beeping! Do you have any idea how terribly irritating this is, and then you have to remove it from the ceiling, and the damn thing just beeps louder. Alright, it actually doesn’t beep louder, but now your ear is right up there while you are trying to get if off the ceiling which is no easy task.

Image of Twitter conversation on how to remove the fire alarm from the ceiling.

How to remove the fire alarm from the ceiling.

Above is an image of my Twitter conversation regarding the horrible life saving fire alarm, and I did indeed find the largest screwdriver my husband owns to rip it off the ceiling.

What happened next?

Image of fire alarm

I am going to throw the fire alarm outside because of the non-stop beeping.

So throwing it outside did not solve the problem, I could still hear the beep. I brought it back into the house, and tried to figure out what to do. Honestly I did look for batteries in the fire alarm, I turned it over and in plain sight was the opening for the batteries, but I didn’t see it (fibro fog – perimenopause fog).

I phoned my husband at work, who tried his damnest to convince me that there are batteries in this fire alarm, but I don’t believe him. For some reason I am convinced that it had its very own hard-wired mechanism making it beep. (I know now my logic was all wrong, but remember my brain was not working on all its cylinders).

So realizing my husband is no help because he won’t believe my logic, I am determined to stop the beeping anyway I can – and I figure cutting the wires is my only choice. (My husband is telling me not to cut the wires because I would be ruining a perfect almost brand-new fire alarm, I don’t listen to him).

Now I have a new problem, which wires do I cut? Yellow, blue, white? The Twitter conversation got pretty funny at this point, “don’t cut the blue!”

About to cut the wires on the fire alarm

About to cut the wires on the fire alarm

I ended up cutting three wires – the red, white, and blue. The beeping stopped. I was saved!

Note: Even though I ruined a perfectly good fire alarm, which we now have to replace, there are still four fire alarms on the second floor. A hard-wired one in the hallway, and three battery operated alarms in the other bedrooms.