I have a sore throat. And I’m tired. And I’m sitting here, hoping that it rains. Rains hard. Because then soccer practice will be cancelled tonight.
Is that so wrong?
I know. It makes me a wicked, wretched, fun-ruining kind of mom. (One of the littles asked me the other day why I always had to ruin all the fun around here. Which totally makes me laugh. I think I asked him to wash his hands or something. I am SO mean. I also make them wear sweatshirts to the bus stop when it’s less than 60 degrees outside. I know, I know. Horrid.)
I still hope it rains.
Now I’m going to go snuggle up with a cup of tea and read me some Beverly Cleary. (Still doing to pre-reading. There is no end to that in the near future, I’m afraid. My daughter came home with a book from the book fair that I began to pre-read and let me tell you I got no further than page 2 before I closed it for the forseeable future.)
Go back to your lives, people.