![]() Lego clock – Critical since it keeps my kid from calling out to me at 6:15 on a Saturday if he can get out of bed yet.Ħ. Regardless of what the real purpose is, the kiddie camera takes 67 eensy batteries.ĥ. Digital kid camera – My son thinks this item is used for spying on adults and for playing the strange app-like game embedded in the giant unbreakable thing. But when I pull mine out for a refresher in non-phone photographer, it better be ready with batteries.Ĥ. Digital camera – Remember those? Me either. And somewhere, a third one has been hiding for seven months - lucky dog.ģ. Remotes – Drained from all of the clicking over from “iCarly” to “Phinneas and Ferb,” I am quite sure. Even better than the fact that the ding-dong chirps from a cute little plastic bird perched by my desk? It’s ridiculously simple to install - just place battery, adhese, ready cash for the pizza delivery.Ģ. So to be sure I catch the UPS guy, I installed one of those fantastically handy wireless doorbells from the hardware store. Wireless doorbell – My doorbell is one temperamental old lady. 20 Super-Important* Things Powered by AA or AAA Batteries in Our Homeġ. If only batteries could re-set me back into work mode like a bucket of coffee can. With a little more digging, I am quite sure this single mama and her son can find more items that need battery power. But just to assure myself of why I am over-prepared with batteries in tiny sizes, I did a quick inventory of what my son and I use regularly that require AA and AAA juice. I’ve added those sizes to the ongoing shopping list on my phone (it’s own mysterious battery included). It was a C-battery, and although I am stocked for the Armageddon with AA and AAA batteries, I do not have the arsenal of Cs and Ds that I should. “I knew you wouldn’t have the right battery,” my dad winked at me. Mine came to the rescue with a pocket full of batteries in various sizes and stood patiently beneath each alarm in the house until we were satisfied, safe and beepless. ![]() ![]() What does a single mama do when a smoke alarm beeping crisis occurs? She calls her dad. Or was it the one in the stairwell? Or the carbon monoxide detector outside my bedroom door? Who could tell? I couldn’t catch the sound quick enough to decipher which alarm it was and with ceilings far higher than my sole step-ladder can raise me up, I couldn’t pull them down myself to investigate. It was warm and cozy and quiet.Įxcept for the sound that makes me cringe several times a year - the BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! of the smoke alarm in my hall. There were no dishes in the sink or laundry left unfolded. I came home from a relaxing, luxurious weekend away at a spa.
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