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It’s official. I’m stumped!

Well, kind of. There’s actually a trillion things looming around in my head that are bursting to get out. The problem is, I just can’t seem to choose one thing. I guess you could say I have What-chya-ma-call-it; not quite writer’s-block but more like writer’s-overload; you know, What-chya-ma-call-it. Yep, that’s what I got. I’m not lacking in content as much as I’m lacking in focus and I can’t really tell if that’s on purpose or not. There are dozens of childhood stories still to be told but they require much more than an hour or two of writing. It would be an injustice to try to retell any one of them now, at the eleventh hour. There are those events and situations too, that I am trying to figure out how to put into words and there are the thoughts I am trying to come to terms with, those that teeter on the fence of whether to be put into words or not. There are things that are too personal for a post and things that are simply not interesting enough. So here I am. It’s well after my regular publishing hour. It’s late, late, late on a Saturday night and I’ve got What-chya-ma-call-it!

The fact that it’s after midnight and one of my smoke or carbon monoxide detectors (I’m not sure which it is) is consistently sounding off at 3-minute intervals, isn’t helping my concentration either. That’s right, since around 10pm this evening, a high-pitched chirping sound has been erupting from a small, round, white alarm affixed to the ceiling in my daughter’s bedroom, every-three-minutes. This unit is one of about a half-dozen attached to a home alarm system that I don’t understand. At all. It’s not as simple as swapping out a battery (I wish it was) and I can’t find the manual for it. At one point, after getting on a ladder and pushing a few buttons, the entire system begin to blare and the mono-toned voice of a mechanical woman came out of nowhere and began shouting the word, “FIRE!– FIRE! –FIRE!”, over and over again. Alarmed? Yes. I was.

How I managed to stop that, I have no idea. But I did and soon after the chirping began again.

It’s also summer time and my head is in enjoying the extra time I get to spend with my kids and not so much in formulating a composition with some kind of heart-felt meaning attached to it. That feels too heavy right now. Whatever it is, writer’s-block, writer’s-overload or What-chya-ma-call-it, I think I’m going to sit with the chaos in my head for a few days and wait for the stories to settle.

Besides, if I can’t figure out how to stop this chirping, I’m may end up either ripping this alarm-thing-y out of the ceiling, or pulling my hair out of my head, strand-by-strand, tonight.

There’s a black, a white and a red wire. No battery. Chirping.

Any thoughts?

What do you do when you get What-chya-ma-call-it?

  1. July 30, 2012 at 2:02 am

    Hope you have managed to survive that chirping!

    Summer is time to be off the computer and outdoors. Let those stories of yours mature a little inside your head.


  2. July 30, 2012 at 8:16 am

    It is now Monday morning and the chirping continues — only a few hours of reprieve was had after finding a concealed battery and flipping the circuit breaker! At least the woman is no longer shouting. I will contact the builder of this lovely abode today. Then I will head out and upstate with my daughter, enjoy her company in the serenity of our little piece of heaven in the woods for a few days, letting all my thoughts settle and mature! Thanks so much for reading & commenting.


  3. singleworkingmomswm
    July 30, 2012 at 7:03 pm

    Hi, Karen! I soooo relate to your whatchamacallit syndrome, so no worries. I do believe it’s the summertime that is creating this within us. Our normal routines are a flutter, lots of bloggers are out and about and on vacation and not reading quite as diligently (although, that’s certainly not you and me, hee, hee). I, too, have so many thoughts, so many stories I could choose from, and then, the days go by, and well, nothing but one of those stories gets told. So, let it be, and enjoy that little hideaway I’d so love to join you girls at, me and Maycee, and you and Hannah-wouldn’t that be a blast?! XOXO-SWM


  4. singleworkingmomswm
    July 30, 2012 at 7:04 pm

    Oh, and as for the chirping….the fire alarm above my master bedroom was chirping last week. Bu, I have the old-fashioned battery kind. I then proceeded to buy a new 9-volt battery (they’re so expensive!) only to find that the fire alarm itself had gone bad. Geeeeeez. Red, white, and black wires…no clue. Hope you got the help you needed! XOXO


    • July 30, 2012 at 8:58 pm

      Kasey! We are blogging diehards it’s true — if for no one else than for each other! I recently checked my stats for a year ago at this time period & sure enough, there was a dip in readership/visits as well. Indeed it is summertime and people are out & about, enjoying good friends, good family & hopefully, good weather! Sadly and even after buying new (crazy expensive) 9volts, I still have a problem w/ the detector/system & I have not heard back yet from the builder’s office so the saga & chirping continues!! I’m gonna let that go now though….Hannah & I just got back from ice-cream, we are puzzling & enjoying our new obsession….Words With Friends (do you play?) I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to spend time here w/ you and Maycee some day. I honestly would — so if the opportunity ever comes about, just say the word!!! xoxox


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