When life gives you rain…

 

Thursdays are hard, you guys.

 

Generally speaking, my kids still get plenty of homework on Thursday nights but, I’ll be honest, I’m kinda running out of steam by then. My middle child typically has horseback riding about a half hour away from 5:00 to 6:00 pm. This means that I can either feed them crazy early or try to toss together a late supper. Early, early Friday morning is our garbage day, so I need to remember to get the trash up. And, every other week, the recycle. If A. has missed karate because of baseball or some other conflict, I may have to drive him to some other town to make that up. And so it goes.

 

Did I mention that Thursday is the ONE day of the week when my husband has to work late?

 

Now, don’t get me wrong. I know I have it easier than many. This isn’t a contest to see whose life is the most challenging. (Believe me– I know I wouldn’t “win.”)

 

Still, Thursdays are hard.

 

Yesterday, it poured. All.Day.Long. Our ground here is so saturated, they warn the trees might topple. Our rivers and lakes swell and threaten to pour over their banks at any moment. We all wish we could pass our moisture on to those facing wild fires; goodness knows they could use it more than we can.

 

Horseback riding was cancelled. Homework was done. Supper was being finished. My back was an aching mess.

 

I considered what to do with these little people in that hour between dinner and bedtime. And I’ll be honest with you all– these are the things that ran through my head: 1) they could watch a silly show, 2) they could play a video game, 3) they could do an art project, once I got the table all wiped down, 4) they could play with G’s toys she just got for her birthday; the novelty hadn’t yet worn off.

 

I looked out the window at the mud puddles and pouring rain. What a day.

 

Still…

 

There was no lightning… It wasn’t particularly cold… We still had sufficient light…

 

“I’m going outside to play. Who wants to come?”

 

Because there were mud puddles to run through…

 

Raindrops just begging to be caught on tongues…

 

Slippery inflatable balls to toss and drop…

 

Rain gutters creating make-shift faucets…

 

Storm drains dammed up to create awesome jumping spots…

 

 

And, perhaps most delightfully to them, a mama who wasn’t afraid to do her share of splashing…

 

I’m not always the impulsive fun mom. I likely fall somewhere in the middle on that spectrum. But, oh, as I wrapped giggling, freshly showered children in fluffy towels last night, I was reminded of why it can be so very worth it.

 

Rain, rain, you can stay… we’ll just find new ways to play!

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