It was four fif....five someth....too F'n early to be awake and focus on a clock at the same time when I was woken by a beep. At first I thought it might have been part of my dream but it kept recurring.
I went in search of the source of the noise hoping it was Dave's phone dying even though it sounded like a smoke alarm that needed a new battery. See here's the thing, our ceilings are too high to get to the smoke alarms without a ladder. And there's no way to get the ladder in from the garage without making a whole bunch of noise right outside Fiona's room.
It was not Dave's phone. Sigh. It probably was a smoke detector. However it wasn't the one in our room. Aaaaaaaaaand it wasn't the one in the hall. I didn't even remember that there even was one in Fiona's room. It was too early for thinking clearly. I had to give up and go back to bed.
Back to bed but not so much back to sleep. I apparently DID fall back to sleep sometime after six because when Fiona started screaming at six thirty (ish, I was still not focusing on the clock very clearly)it woke me up. The "squeak" in her room from the alarm I hadn't thought of finally woke her up.
The moral of this story is.....Why are you asking me I can't even read a clock properly. I'm gonna go get some coffee.