The 3am phone call

What do you do when the phone rings at 3am?  No, this is not a Hillary Clinton question, it is what we endured this morning.  Luckily the world is not coming to an end due to this phone call.  Actually the phone call was at 3:42am, but who notices the exact time at that ungodly hour.  What did I do?  I heard the ring, but it did not register that it was in the middle of the night.  Jason answered the phone (somehow he never heard a newborn cry over the years, but he heard the phone ring).  That's a different post... haaaaa, KIDDING!

So, he answers the phone, talks nonsense for about 30 seconds, then hands it to me.  I hear, "Hello Mrs. _________, we bought your house last year and the security alarm is going off. What is the code?"  HUH??????  

Somehow the security alarm on our old house went off in the early morning, and since we disconnected it when we moved 14 months ago, they had no idea what the code was.  Funny, I didn't remember either.  So as the lady was on the brink of yelling at me, I told her that it is in the middle of the night, and I can't remember the code.  She was quite annoyed with me, but I hung up anyway.  Sorry lady, your one year warranty is expired, and you called me at an ungodly hour.  Not much I can do for ya.   

Once we woke up a little bit, Jason did remember the code.  I am confused why it went off, but there isn't a lot I can do 3 time zones away.  

I'm exhausted.  I'm putting off the gym for another hour while I rest a little, and do some much needed laundry.  Oh, did I say rest?  Off to fold the first load of laundry now.