While we were out to dinner (no kids!) Saturday night, Gage and our sitter left 4 VMs on my cell. I didn’t hear my phone because it sat neatly on the floor of a cute, little, loud restaurant where I was enjoying some wine and dinner inspired by Greek and Italian influences. We were enjoying dinner with friends who moved from the Big City to Suburbia. Beth and Darrell had a neighborhood party in Suburbia later in the evening so Julian went to the party with D and I hung out with Beth on the deck of The Big Suburban House…

For about 5 minutes until Julian called to tell me that Kate called to say there was "situation" at the house. Near the ceiling fan in the middle of our family room. It was nearly 10:00 when we left after reaching a plumber who would have the joy of collecting a weekend show up fee ($186 thank you!) from us for the pleasure of telling us what the problem was. And that would have been great – if he had actually shown up.

But he didn’t.

So, after calling him back and him letting us know at midnight that it would likely be another hour before he could get here. It had slowed down from a pretty intense dripping leak to drops, so we shut off the water to the house and went to bed.

We woke to a call and a plumber who cut 4 nicely shaped holes in sheetrock in various locations throughout our house to locate the problem. And while that all sounds pretty reasonable for an unknown leak in a 29 year old home it turns out it was just faulty caulk at the faucet for the shower. Final bill? $243.

The point of this story? To tell you that it was Gage who noticed the tiny drip in the corner of the room (he’s weird that way, noticing every little change in the house, like an OCD savant), then looked on our babysitter list of numbers and left the first two messages for me while Kate was giving Quinn a bath. And then he carefully arranged the bowls that caught the water coming out of our ceiling.

That boy. He’s a freak of nature.