Yep, that’s how I feel alright.
How many days of rain have we had now…like six?
You know, one day of rain is nice…refreshing, it greens things up, bla bla bla.
Day two of the rain was inconvenient at best. I didn’t do any errands on day one of the rain, because that’s just less than fun with a baby and a child with hearing aids that can’t get wet. So if I don’t run errands on day two, then I’m really going to be behind.
Day three of the rain. I’m really behind. I didn’t run errands on day two either, because I figured I’d just devote day three to errands, and maybe I’d get lucky and not have rain. Riiiight. I became rather grumpy, friends.
Day four of the rain. Grumpy didn’t quite capture my mood correctly. Hostile. Yes, hostile is more appropriate.
Day five. Rain. Exhausted. Rain is ex.haus.ting.
Day six. Clouds. Heavy, suffocating, foul, oppressive clouds again.
Tomorrow, the forecast is for rain.
I just have no response to that.