Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Rainy Days

It has been raining for one solid week here.
It would be perfect, if I were a single, childless woman.
I'm not, but if I were single, I would be sitting in a comfy chair, sipping hot chai tea with milk and sugar, reading a good book and watching an old MGM musical.
But, I'm not, so instead I spend my time corralling stir crazy heathens and arguing with The Man because I haven't eaten anything but a Slim Fast bar all day and when i get home I'm hungry, damn it!
I love the rain. I love the way it feels on my skin, the way it sounds, the way it smells.
I hate the rain because it's keeping the heathens cooped up in their cage and they are driving me berserk.
So, Mama Nature, if you're reading this, send some sunshine my way.
If not, avert your gaze when I'm digging a couple of holes in my back yard.

1 comment:

Tara said...

I've given up trying to explain to a 16 month old why hard balls can only be thrown outside and the soft balls are for inside. In order to save the china cabinet, my bones, and my sanity, the hard balls have disappeared. Am now undergoing an exercise in futility by trying to get said 16 month old to clean up after himself as he tears the house apart looking for the hard balls. If Mother Nature does not cooperate soon, I don't care if it is a monsoon, the kid can take his precious ball and play in the rain!