Where's Noah When You Need Him?

It's been like a biblical flood around here this week -- five straight days of rain, wind, hail, thunder and lightning. In fact, I really could have used an ark yesterday morning when I drove Max to preschool. Not having an ark handy, however, I had to settle for a 4-wheel-drive Subaru to navigate the rain-swollen streets.

The worst thing about the rain for a mother of two young boys is definitely being house bound. Max and Henry need to get outside and run around. It wouldn't be unusual for us on a "normal" day to go to the park once in the morning and once in the afternoon. So what do we do when nature screws up our plans? Well, we cry and have tantrums and abuse our brother or the cat and watch too much TV or refuse to watch TV. We get out all of our play dough or paints, make a huge mess, and then grow bored in five minutes. We beg to go outside to splash in the rain and then we cry when water gets on our faces or on our pants. In short -- we drive Mommy absolutely out of her mind (and, as Scott would tell you, that's a short trip).

The forecast shows more rain for today and tomorrow, but it is supposed to clear for the weekend. Already I'm envisioning a ray of golden sunlight breaking through the clouds and falling on the sodden play structure at the park. Cue the Angels. Hallelujah!!