Sunday started very early... at 5 am... with the excitement of a chirping carbon monoxide alarm in Sebastian's bedroom. Steve got up and replaced the batteries and we waited, and it started chirping again. We started Googling what the chirps meant and how worried we should be, while opening up all the windows and doors. Once we felt the house was completely ventilated (freezing!), we closed it up and the alarm kept going off. Sebastian by this point was freaked out and left to go over to the school field, his safe and happy place. We called 911 and reported that although it was not an emergency, and we all felt fine, we thought it best to have someone check it out.
And then this happened:
A whole firefighter crew and their truck, pulling up in front of our house at 8 in the morning. Nice. As quickly became clear, there was no carbon monoxide anywhere, just an alarm that was chirping to tell us it was five years old and needed to be replaced.
We went about our day as usual, but then upon returning home from dinner out with the Hoangs found the neighborhood very dark. Extremely dark. No power anywhere in the immediate vicinity. We checked online (thank goodness for cellphones) and discovered that it had gone out just 30 minutes before we arrived. We got flashlights, lit candles, and tucked the (once again slightly nervous) children into bed. Power was restored an hour later, so no harm done to our food. Crazy day.
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