It’s still raining. I mean that in the in “it started raining at midnight and has never stopped” sense.
I thought that having some rain would be nice. I wouldn’t have to water my plants, saving my energy and money. What I’ve learned is that my garage is basically a really large sponge. Water is just dribbling into the back wall and the other three walls are wet. Then we realize that we don’t even know if wet wall are normal, because interior walls usually have the decency to put on some drywall when they’re around mixed company. I’ve also learned that my basement also mysterious leakage. The place you’d expect rain to get into are dry. The water seems to be coming in from the wall that supports the doorway between the kitchen and the laundry room. I’ve also learned that my house has more entranceways for ants that I care to know.
But you know what really makes me sad? We didn’t get a rain barrel when we bought the house. Everyone, even the people who sell rain barrels, kept saying, “You live in Southern California. You’re not going to get enough rain to make it worthwhile. Meanwhile, I’m watching free water rundown my driveway. Waaah.
The upside, is that I get to watch my kids interact with each other more. At least they’re a hoot. The boy comes up to me and says, “Mama look! I am a robot.” And he does this chubby-cheeked robot dance. The girl walks by, “Oh Lord…don’t tell me he’s doing that again!” We say, “She’s way too young to sound so world-weary.” She’s teaching him the alphabet, which is interesting since in his world the alphabet is: A, C, I, L, O 3 and go.
I read that it was supposed to rain through today. Then I read that it was supposed to rain through to Sunday. If it wasn’t so cold, I wouldn’t have a problem taking the kids out. They’re going stir crazy. Now…they both look at me with those big, brown eyes, holding their snowsuits.