downspout

The kids thought it would be fun to open Tayler's window and wave down to me. I was annoyed because it was a cold day, and because I was in the middle of talking with the neighbor.

They shouted HI! and MOM! LOOK UP HERE!

I was busy staring at the broken downspout, hanging by a screw from the house, trying to figure out how I would fix it as Scott had suggested and listening to the neighbor tell me about a handyman who could take care of the problem.

The downspout detached itself from the house during a particularly windy evening this week. Scott and I were watching a movie. The kids had just gone to bed. We heard something hit the house, and the kids came running downstairs yelling that someone was trying to get in the house.

We sent them back up telling them it was fine, and thinking that the neighbors had picked an interesting time to start some handy work - because the sound didn't actually seem to be coming from our house, but from the neighbors.

The kids came down several more times. Scott went to bed, and curiosity finally got the best of me and I found the downspout broken.

As I was listening to the neighbor the next day, the kids yelling at me, I looked up at them and told them to shut the window.