Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Yesterday, on an afternoon filled with autumn blue sky, I decided I’d take the kids to the pumpkin patch today.  The boys have finished up their school work early because a friend is coming over to play this afternoon.  Because my husband is out of town, I have the Disco Van at my disposal.  And going anywhere on a weekday is better than a weekend.

I slept with the window open last night and woke to the sound of rain this morning.  However, the weather guys on television say that the “showers” will stop and so, we’re going anyway.  Plus, we aren’t made of brown sugar–we won’t melt. 

I’m trying to work up the energy to pick up the scattered detritus that this week produced.  And I need to think about dinner and laundry and paying bills and going out into the driveway to pick up the newspaper in its saoked plastic bag.

My husband returns this afternoon at 3:30 p.m., but by the time he gets his luggage and deals with traffic, it could be hours before he arrives home.  Tonight, I have to take my son to the weigh-in for Judo so he and my husband can spend tomorrow at the YMCA for the Judo tournament.  What joy.

I really loathe when the weekend is already full and I can’t see a single opening in which I can escape.  Maybe tomorrow night.  Maybe Sunday?  Maybe never.

Meanwhile, I have to clean off this desk so I can think straight.  I bet I can get a lot done before we trudge through the pumpkin patch mud.  If I get up.  Now.  Yes, I’m going.  Okay.

Now.

Really.

All right.

I’m gone.

Bye.

See you.

Later. 

OKAY!

I am getting up. 

Now.

I mean it.

Bye.