Summertime is here. Rain every other day or so. When it rains, it rains. Today was a perfect example. Shortly after Emma made it to the recreation center’s summer program it started pouring and it hasn’t stopped. Last year I could easily keep the kids pretty entertained indoors, this year – not so much.
As the triplets get older, so do their vocabularies. (dammit) If you mention to the dogs if they would, say “like to go potty outside” – Katie immediately starts chanting “OUTSIDE!” while frantically putting on some shoes. They love being outside. I can’t say I blame them, I hate being cooped up in the house all the damn time. What they don’t understand is rain. Rain is fun. Rain makes puddles for jumping in. Rain is the awesome.
It’s not like we live in the South and the rain is warm and a relief on a hot day. It’s cold and shiver making. Not that I would trade in the cold rain for the hot South. I remember those damn cockroaches in Texas … I still have nightmares of them. Add to that a special episode of Billy the Exterminator that James treated us to while we were eating dinner tonight that featured a home infested with black widow spiders. That is shiver making.
Tomorrow is supposed to be nice and I tentatively promised to take the kids for a walk. Not only for their need of fresh air, but because I have a doctor’s appointment on Friday for my 6 month post-op. These appointments make me nervous because I have a constant fear that I am not losing enough weight fast enough. I hate that my life is still so focused on weight.
Yes, I am crazy. How about you?
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