I hate my alarm system. Pure chaos yesterday morning. Can't cancel the stupid system until they send me a passcode which my ex never wrote down, so the alarm works but has been useless in the sense that I can't deactivate it when false alarms occur. They've mailed the stupid passcode twice but I haven't received it. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
My daughter played with buttons on the system yesterday morning, as there was a horrible high pitch noise that could be heard throughout the home to all except me, who sleeps like the dead. Em, in her investigative glory, while poking at buttons, sets off the alarm. Sounds like our home is under invasion. All are in a state of panic - pull me from bed, screaming. My sister says words I rarely hear from her.
I rush downstairs as the police come in over the intercom requesting the passcode which I don't have! Meanwhile, the police are on their way to check on us. When the police officer arrives. I'm on the phone with the security company, quite upset. My neice decides at that moment my sister opens the door to remove her diaper and streak (potty training drama). My sister and I exchange nervous glances.
After the police lady leaves and we've apologized in embarrassment, I continue my conversation with the security company, begging for them to just cancel the stupid service. They won't do it, of course, without the stupid passcode, which I'm still waiting to receive.
I'm placed on hold for a prolonged period of time for them to investigate the possible cause for the shrill noise we're still hearing and have to pee so bad that I hope I have enough time to do so before the dude gets back on the phone. Gosh darnit...he comes back on before I can finish. LOL! So, I cover the phone, hoping that he can't hear what I'm doing and hoping that the echo in the bathroom can be ignored. It doesn't really matter at this point. If he hears...I'm busted.
He's very apologetic and sounds genuinely concerned for me, as if I have mental issues. (chuckles)
Father Heathen, the reasonable one in the household investigates and through his "sniffing" determines that the squealing isn't coming from the alarm system at all, as the dude from the security company suggested to me. I find that the squealing which we blamed on the alarm company...which prompted my daughter to poke at the main security console in the hallway..which started all this madness was coming from a toy microwave...a toy my streaking neice was playing with the day prior. Its batteries were dying. And all it needed was its door closed.
Dagnabbit.
Horrible tragedy. Just horrible.