Muffled Beeps calling out to Me

For several months, Rick and I have heard an alarm sounding at two minutes past midnight.  We assumed it was our son’s alarm clock, as the sound was muffled and far from our room.  It didn’t wake up our son, so we didn’t think much of it.  When our house guests arrived this week, I decided I better turn off the alarm so it wouldn’t wake up anyone at 12:02 a.m.  I checked the digital offender, but the alarm LED light was not lit.  Strange.  Maybe our son finally figured it out and turned it off himself.

Two nights ago, I heard the faint beep beep…… beep beep….. and jumped out of bed to locate the noise’s source.  I stood motionless in the hallway, but realized it was coming from our own room.  Strange again.  By the time I dashed back in and listened intently, it was silently laughing at me.

Side note:  My husband borrowed a stopwatch from a fellow hockey coach to time the team during practice.  For more than 5 months, we had been using it during school because we do spelling for exactly five minutes per kid per day.  Somewhere along the homeschooling journey, we lost the stopwatch.  We have searched for it MANY different days with no success.  Hockey season is now close to ending and Rick called home from work to ask me and the kids to find the stopwatch once and for all, because he needed to return it.  We searched high and low… and everywhere in between (again.)  Finally, since our gold digging was unsuccessful, Rick went and bought a new stopwatch yesterday to replace the one we lost.  I told him not to stress about it.  Now we owned our own stopwatch….. we simply don’t know where it is.

Back to the muffled beeps.  Last night, promptly at 12:02 a.m. the sinister faint beeps called my name.  I flew out of bed and stood stealthily in the center of the bedroom straining my ears for directional clues.  The alarm was calling from Rick’s dresser.  I pulled out drawer after drawer, with head cocked sideways listening for the beeps.  I knew I only had 60 seconds until it was quiet, so I rapidly rummaged through the offending skivvy drawer, only to pull out the missing stopwatch…. still beeping at me.  Glancing at my husband with a smile crossing my face I chuckled, “Here’s OUR stopwatch.  Now we know where it is!”

How many times do we assume the little things that bug us are someone else’s fault, only to discover it’s of our own doing?  Sheesh.  Save me from myself.

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One Response to “Muffled Beeps calling out to Me”

  1. Mindy Polk Says:

    I have a stop watch like that. We bought it for the christimas program. My problem is not that it is lost, but that I cannot figure out how to turn the alarm off. Ours goes off every day a 5:16.

    I finally buried in my desk drawer, because I need it for next year and the others in the office are threatening to make it go away (not the alarm, the stopwatch.

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