Seriously?

The other night I was having the hardest time falling asleep. When sleep finally came I was awakened by a very annoying sound. The fire alarm.... no it wasn't the full blown scare just the battery going dead. It may has well been a cricket with a megaphone. Holy ANNOYING. I knew there was no sleeping for me until the battery was changed. So I walked out into the family room to see which one was causing all the racket and of course it was the one our highest ceiling. Which is about 14 feet or higher. Hmm yeah I can't fix that myself and of course Chad is sleeping through all the noise. So I wake him up and ask him to fix it. After about 20 minutes of him sleepily looking around for a latter that doesn't exist. He finally gets a bar stool and the mop stick tapes a knife to it and manages to get the thing open and battery out. Now the trick of getting a new battery in.... So he tapes a battery to the knife a amazingly gets it in. But of course the blasted thing doesn't stop beeping. {He is cussing like a sailor the whole time} For at least 10 minutes he is trying to get the battery in right. I'm exhausted from watching all this so I go back to bed. Then I hear all this banging and pounding. So I come out again to make sure he hasn't fallen or something and he has ripped the whole alarm off the ceiling. Well took care of that. Now how the heck are we going to get that thing back up. Why is it that those things always go off in the middle of the night? I know they are suppose to save our lives in a fire, but those things drive me nuts!