We've been cooped up because it's too hot to play in the yard. Plus there's all this rain. Now, I love rain. LOVE IT. I actually love it so much that I take it personally when someone complains about it. But. I never before had a 14-month-old child to worry about keeping busy and now I understand. Flooding aside because that's obvious, there really is such a thing as too much rain. There's only so many times we can walk around our little local mall, only so much TV we can handle, only so many songs to sing and games to play, only so many books to
I took Liam for a walk today despite the weather, out of desperation. There was a definite drizzle. I covered his stroller in blankets, leaving enough of a gap for him to look around, and off we went in the cool sprinkly summer air. And you know what? I jogged as I pushed the stroller back up the little hill behind our house. How unlike me!
In honor of my pretty crummy week, Gabe has officially issued me a Get Out of Jail Free card for the weekend, which means he's in charge of Liam while I am free to clean, work, read, be alone, or hang out with them as I please. I've only ever had this card for one day at a time before, like all of two times or so, so this is a big deal and I am so ready for the break. It's refreshing and helps me appreciate them better and want to spend time with them afterward, instead of wanting to pull my hair out at the first whine about not being allowed to play with electrical cords or the first time I am asked, "What's to eat?"