We all finally got to sleep last night. DD was particularly wired because (the good news is) my mom came home 5 days early. DD hasn't seen her Oma since the end of December and just loves her so much. So we all get to sleep and in that deepst part of sleep I here this high pitched beeping sound. I think it's DH's pager going off in the kitchen. So I wake him up but it's still beeping. He gets up and is so tired he can't figure out what it is, until he starts to go down into our finished basement. It's the smoke detector and my mom is at the foot of the stairs asking for a fire extinguisher. UGH!
It seems one of the circuits got overloaded (well, my mom did plug a lot of things in but how was anyone to know how many outlets and overhead lights had been put on the same circuit) and toasted a power strip (which was plugged into a UPS which kept it going instead of just popping the breaker). The fire was coming out of the end of the power strip and totally melted the whole thing. Thankfully nothing else caught on fire and the it was quickly extinguished when my DH unplugged the things from that outlet. There wasn't much smoke. . .just this nasty smell of burnt plastic.
It took us a long time to get back to sleep.
It seems one of the circuits got overloaded (well, my mom did plug a lot of things in but how was anyone to know how many outlets and overhead lights had been put on the same circuit) and toasted a power strip (which was plugged into a UPS which kept it going instead of just popping the breaker). The fire was coming out of the end of the power strip and totally melted the whole thing. Thankfully nothing else caught on fire and the it was quickly extinguished when my DH unplugged the things from that outlet. There wasn't much smoke. . .just this nasty smell of burnt plastic.
It took us a long time to get back to sleep.
We live in an old house with funky wiring too. Off to check the smoke detectors...
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scary!!!
No. We're not German at all in fact. (Mostly French and Irish). My mom didn't want to be a grandma and a nana or even a Memere (that was too associated with her mom). She found the German word for grandmother and felt it was perfect. . . probably because I so often say, "oh, MA!" DD likes to call her omie.
