I began Halloween being splashed with toilet water, and not the fancy kind. Our toilet was leaking down through our kitchen ceiling onto the counter. GAH. I called our beloved plumber's wife, who said she'd let him know.
Meanwhile, Eli had his first substitute teacher experience. His Kindergarten classmate who likes to tell him, "I'm going to kick your butt," took this opportunity to repeat his threat.
Me: What did you do?
Eli: I raised my hand.
Me: What did the substitute teacher do?
Eli: She didn't see me, so I said, "Excuse me but I need to tell you something."
Me: What did she say?
Eli: She didn't answer me.
Me: !!! So what did you do?
Eli: I just tried not to look at [Bully].
We recounted the story to Katherine when she got home.
Katherine: What was her name?
Eli: Mrs. ___________
Katherine, with big eyes: Mom! That's the SHHHH!!!!!! Lady!
[Scott: I can think of another name for her.]
Katherine: She's the one who doesn't know the school rules and just says SHHHH!!!!!! all the time.
Poor Eli. At least he has a big sister who commiserates with him.
That evening, I was on the phone and wasn't able to switch over to an incoming call fast enough. The message said, "Sarah, this is [Plumber]. I was just finishing up a job on your street and thought I'd check in, but I guess you're not home, so I'll call y--"
I hung up on voicemail and went running outside just in time to see his truck turning off of our street. I went running down the street after him, yelling, "MR. [PLUMBER]!!!"
In the rain. In my socks.
I dialed his home number and his wife answered. I said, "YOUR HUSBAND JUST CALLED ME AND I DIDN'T GET TO THE PHONE IN TIME! HE JUST TURNED OFF OF MY STREET! PLEASE CALL HIM AND TELL HIM TO COME BACK!"
"Is this Sarah?"
She did call him, and he spent the evening fixing the leak.
And that was a scary enough Halloween for me.