When it rains it pours

Yesterday morning I was rudely woken when Kendall and Cooper burst into my room to tell me that our trampoline was on top of the woodshed.

Apparently we had quite the wind storm during the night.

This was just the beginning of a very weird weather day - 6 inches of snow at my parents house a mere 7 miles away and none at all at our place. Never the less, school was canceled and we all watched the rain fall relentlessly while waiting for the snow that would never come.

It's still raining. By the bucket load.

By dinner time my husband (who gets home around 3 pm) was as antsy with pent-up energy as all three of our children combined and I had to pull out my angry voice to clear the kitchen of the whole herd of them who were either playing soccer with a water bottle, mopping the floor with Cooper's sprawling body, or full out wrestling.

Somehow Russell was involved in all three of these activities simultaneously.

I never thought I'd see the day when I was enthusiastically encouraging my husband to go play at men's open gym basketball for the evening within one week of his hectic basketball season ending. 

We're ready for some nicer weather is what I'm saying.