There's this weird kind of of goldenish light outside today and strange blotchy dark shapes on the grass near the trees. It all seems vaguely familiar, like maybe I've seen this once long, long ago. What's that you say? Sun? Shadows? Ah, yes. After the week of downpours, mist, and nonstop gray suckiness, this is like George Clooney showing up at my door with a wrapped Tiffany's box.
Anyway, I was kicking butt going through the kids' closets this morning while simultaneously doing laundry and cleaning up cat barf when this meteorological miracle occurred, so I dropped everything to boot the kids out the door. Fresh air! Exercise! They were back inside in three minutes asking to swim, so I had to abandon my productive pursuits and take up my lifeguard post on the porch. Since the front yard has been rezoned as a wetlands environment (think standing pools of water, frogs and worms galore), mowing and weeding are out.
And yet, as I watch them cavort in the pool like crack-addicted porpoises, screaming things like, "Let's make a Whirlpool of Death for the Bratz dolls!", I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing.