Well, the alarm system at my house works. Ask me how I know.
On Friday the boys were home from school for some sort of teacher work day, otherwise known as TEENAGERS ARE HOME ALONE TO DRIVE THEIR PARENTS CRAZY WHILE THEY WORK. You know how it is. Your phone rings a minimum of 500 times for things like “Mom, where is the tv remote?” By noon, I was over it and I let my son’s phone call go to voicemail. Er, I mean, I was busy.
The phone rang again almost immediately. I might have rolled my eyes when I looked at the Caller ID. Hmmmm…Vivint is calling me. Isn’t that the name of my alarm company?
The answer would be ‘yes.’ The security rep explained that the fire alarm was going off in my house and wondered if we had a fire. I don’t know. I’m at work and I can’t see my house from work. Just then my other line rang. The teenager that I thought was calling ‘wolf’ before was calling back again. I guess I should take it. To see if there’s a fire and all. I put the security rep on hold and clicked over.
“Hey, what’s going on? Is there a fire? “
“BEEEP…BEEEEP…BEEEP…WHAT MOM? HELLO? I CAN’T HEAR YOU. THE STINKING ALARM…BEEEP…BEEEP…BEEEEP…OH MY GOSH, I CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT WITH THIS NOISE. WHAT’S THE STUPID…BEEEP….BEEEEP…BEEEEP…GEEZ, MOM WHAT’S THE CODE TO TURN THIS DUMB THING OFF?…BEEP…BEEEP…BEEEP…GRRRR, NEVERMIND!” Click.
Hello, Vivint are you still there? Well, my son is at the house and I don’t think there is a fire. He was asking me for the code but he couldn’t hear me. Can you turn the alarm off from where you are? Yes, I know the password. Yes, I’m headed to the house now. Oh, you’ve already dispatched the fire department? Oh joy. Guess the party’s at my house.
While I was racing to my house, my phone again. It was the Fire Dept. They were already at my house. There was no fire. They were not happy. Neither was my teenager. He was dealing with the alarm and the fire department wearing nothing but a towel because he had just stepped out of the shower when the alarm went off.
The next day after the boys’ soccer game when my son stepped out of the shower, guess what happened again? Luckily, I was at home and I knew there was no fire. I also knew the code to turn off the alarm and I was able to tell the security company NOT to dispatch the fire department again. Whew.
I also suddenly knew why the alarm was going off. You see, the temp here in southeast Texas has dropped to a frigid 70 degrees, so my air conditioner isn’t blowing 100% of the time. Add that to the nice long showers that LoverBoy now likes to take and Viola! Humidity and steam overload.
On Monday, the security company relocated the smoke detector. Trust me, that option was way easier than convincing LoverBoy to take cold showers. Even though he really needs to for more reasons than one.