If anything, it makes it more sweet when it does come for us.
This one particular Friday, I had worked something like thirty overtime hours that week and was very excited to get home and sleep, without the need for an alarm to go off the next day to wake me up for anything. So I watched the clock all shift, and when 2am hit, I was out of there. Made it home, started cooking "dinner," and finally nestled into bed, with my kitties nestled up with me. Turned the lights off, then took a nice deep breath to start my journey into dreamland.
Aaaaaaaand then my smoke alarm goes off.
Yep. That sounds about right.
Don't forget to change the batteries and test your smoke alarms regularly, people. They save lives.