It would seem our family loves rain…who knew

We woke up this morning to the sounds of a thunderstorm outside. When we opened the blinds, the rain was pouring down heavily and the sky was regularly lit up by lightening.

I woke up before the alarm and listened calmly to the storm outside before hauling myself out of bed. Today, it was much easier to get up than the last four days. We had our work summer party Friday night and I correctly predicted that after having not participated in any sporting activities for well over a year, then dancing/jumping around like a crazy person for an entire night (not drunk, just crazy) would result in leg cramps for four days. My boss thought it would only be three, pfff, I sure showed him.

I was motivated out of bed this morning by the shrieks of joy coming from my children. They were overjoyed that it was raining. They were both beside themselves at the thought of…get this…wearing their rubber boots…and socks for that matter (because neither have been allowed to wear anything but sandals for over a month).

It is usually a battle to get these kids dressed in the morning and we usually resort to several forms of bribery to encourage their participation in this daily activity. Today, they were both dressed and ready to leave the house a full half hour before it was time to go. While I enjoyed their spirit, they were so anxious to get outside that I nearly freaked out trying to get everything ready, while two little monsters were alternately opening the door (without permission) or asking me when it was time to go.

On top of it, this morning required a little extra preparation. Even though it was raining heavily when the day started, who the hell knows what it will be like this afternoon. I stuffed their bags with changes of clothes, a variety of shoes, towels to follow the inevitable jumping in puddle incidents, plus the usual water bottle and school book for my son, and pretty much all the stuffed animals from her bed for my daughter.

Before they got themselves all out of control, while they were still registering that today was indeed going to mean socks, rubber boots and jumping in puddles, my son just stared out the window at the falling rain. He loves to watch rain and I must admit, I loved watching him watch the rain. While he stared mesmerized by nature a flash of lightening lit up the sky. He let out a gasp and then yelled “It’s Cars!!!”



Harry Potter is ruining my life

I have been a ball of stress and anxiety for the last couple of weeks. I am stressed out all the time, when I tie my shoes, when I brush my hair, all the time. The only time I’m not stressed out is when I’m reading Harry Potter (5th book right now) at the end of the day, relaxing outside on the balcony.

I can’t quite figure out why I’m so out of control these days. I did change jobs, but with that came better control over my inbox, and much less overloaded to-do list and there is now only one person I work with that I want to punch in the face, far fewer than my previous job. ┬áSure, I only know what I am doing about 15% of my day, but I don’t think this voyage into the unknown is really stressing me out.

The commute to work is starting to get lighter, people without kids are starting to take holidays now, before the schools are out and everywhere is overrun with tourists and their screaming kids (I include my own on this list), as a result, there are fewer cars on the road.

My kids are being angelic, which is rare and I’m trying to appreciate it, rather than fret about when it will stop and their true natures will come back.

So after much reflection, I’ve decided it is Harry Potter’s fault. I’m stressed out, because I am so freaking tired, because I can’t seem to put those books down and I read far later than I should pretty much each and every day. I guess I can’t really blame Harry Potter, since, he is fictional and all, but maybe I’ll blame JK – for just being so awesome. I am also grateful I’m on the 5th book – more than half way done. Only 2 and half left to go.

I know I’m exhausted, I know it is stressing me out how tired I am, but I am still going to continue reading to the bitter end and then I will watch the movies.

What is wrong with my kids?

This weekend was the first real summer weekend we have had so far this year. It is sunny, it is hot and there is absolutely no wind whatsoever.

We even went so far as to put the a/c for an hour or two, and I even went so far as to go in the pool. Last week, I couldn’t go any deeper than my knees because it was so freaking cold. I am pretty sure the water isn’t that much warmer than last week, but it didn’t matter, it was the only relief.

So yeah, it’s hot, it’s bordering on unpleasant, and I just had to go break up a fight between my children over who gets the heavy winter blanket…what is wrong with them????