Today it is RAINING. Let me paint a picture for you: Matt worked this morning so I had to get the girls to school by myself. Eden is all bundled and strapped into her stroller which is covered in a nice plastic bubble. Attached to the stroller is a step with wheels on it that Isa rides on. Abigail is walking with her little rainbow umbrella and rain boots. I am pushing the stroller with one hand and clutching an umbrella with the other trying to keep Isa and myself dry.While my backside is getting wet because of the way I have to hunch over to get enough leverage to get some momentum, my boot-cut jeans are getting soaked through up to the knees. It is at this point that I begin pondering the practicality of the fashion trend I have yet to adopt: tucking your jeans into your boots. I am of the opinion that this only makes my post-baby hips look even hippier (not hip-er) so I continue to wear my jeans outside my boots in that oh-so-two-years-ago way.
Anyway, about halfway to school is stops raining and starts POURING. Here we either all start whining and crying (yes, myself included) or we choose to make the best of it. Today I had the strength to choose to laugh (believe me there are days, when I don't) and we all ended up shouting at the top of our lungs the song, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day! Rain, rain, go away! Abigail and Isa and Eden and Mommy want to play!" In that moment our singing didn't make the rain go away, but it did make me feel better.
Later this morning I switched out with Matt at the café and after three teas I'm warming up and serving hot beverages to all the brave souls who've been out in this weather. Most days the rain doesn't really bother me, but today when one of Isa's teachers greeted me and said that the weather today was a horror, I looked down at my baby-under-the-bubble, felt the cold wet denim around my calves and agreed.
