Wet

Let me give you some good news before I start to bitch.

The good news is that my plants look fantastic and seem to be very, very happy. The bad news is that my boys are driving me CRAZY. I say that with much love but I must admit that I am fried.

When I tell Dave that I cannot take it anymore, he laughs. I think he is secretly glad that it is raining and that we are not out on the beach having a blast without him.

Dave is all like. “Walk them in the rain.”

“I did that!”

“Go for long drives.”

“Done”

“Make cookies.”

“We ate them.”

And this is where I start telling him about all the raining day projects we have completed:

“How many pictures can I color? How many puddles can I turn blue? How many worms can we catch? How many hot baths can I give? How many times can I pick play dough out of the carpet? How many haircuts can I give? How many movies can I rent? How many tents can I construct in the living room? Etc…”

And this is where he starts tuning me out. I could be saying, “Do you want to……” He does not hear. If only he listened, he might have gotten lucky.

OK, I know I need to stop bitching about the wet rainy foggy humid sunless weather but I cannot. Hey, there was a positive note in this post. Yes, the plants are happy. See, positive.

This morning, Luc even asked me if I could make it not rain today. Sure, he knows that I am very powerful and that I have magical abilities. I am just bummed that those abilities do not include a direct link to Mother Nature.

Oh Luc, if I could stop the rain and bring out the sun for you, I would!

Rule:
Stay positive.