I don’t like to announce it on the blog when Benjamin goes out of town because it creeps me out thinking about who may be reading (and stalking). But now that he’s on his way home, I can let the cat out of the bag.
He’s been gone since Friday morning.
I was bracing myself for a LONG weekend, what with Owen getting over pneumonia and being by myself and it’s beginning to get too cold to spend all day outside and blah blah blah. But you know what? We had one of the nicest, sweetest, silliest weekends together. Just me, Owen and Schnitzel. There were lots of kisses and funny conversations and fun playtimes, and only a few back-arching, overly dramatic, crocodile tear tantrums. I’m pretty proud of myself for doing all that I did. Owen and I vaccuumed and did laundry almost every day, and I did *almost* all of the dishes every night. I made healthy meals for both of us and got a little Christmas shopping done. I wrapped presents. I remembered Owen’s medicine every morning and night. We took at least one walk with the dog every day. In short, we were doing pretty well. Emphasis on the were.
Yesterday I had to go into the office (as opposed to working from home, which I do a lot of the time), which meant that I had to get Owen to daycare as soon as they opened in the morning and get on the road to work. The commuter rail has been having issues recently, so I drove into the city because I had to pick Owen up at the end of the day. It was a mad dash in the morning, a whirlwind day, and then a mad dash at night to pick him up and get him home in time for dinner. After dinner I checked our porch to see if we got any packages (’tis the season!) and I saw this note on our front door.
I felt like I was deciphering a clue on some weird scavenger hunt.
A “pip” was “licking”? I thought she meant a puppy was licking a wound or something… then I realized she meant a PIPE was LEAKING.
Ummm, uh oh.
So I scooped up Owen and dashed out the door (in my work skirt and tights and no shoes) and, sure enough, there was a pipe spraying water all over our yard and the side of our house from a million tiny holes.
So THAT’S what a pipe looks like when it bursts.
I quickly realized it was going to be tough to investigate this issue with a toddler attached to my hip, so I ran to our neighbor’s house and asked him for help. Within a few minutes we figured out it was our sprinkler pipe, which, thankfully, has an easy-to-locate shut-off valve in the basement. No harm done except maybe a few gray hairs. And however much it costs to fix the pipe.
Ok, I’m ready for Benjamin to come home now!