Poor Julie, all she wanted to do today was go to the pool for a swim. It started off as a bright sunny day, but every time we'd head out to the car—or even arrive at the pool—there would be a rumble of thunder and they'd close the pool for 30 minutes. One of those rumbles turned into yet another brief but intense storm—complete with hail!—the likes of which we hadn't seen since, um, how about every single flipping day for the last month?! Honestly, I can't recall ever having this many short, violent thunderstorms all in a row. We've had leaks in our house in places we've never seen water.
Early in the day, we lost what would turn out to be the only solidly sunny hour when Julie refused to put on one of Pete's swim shirts to cover her sunburnt shoulders from yesterday. She cried, oh how she cried! I said she could wear a regular T-shirt, but she didn't want to do that either. Back and forth we argued. I reminded her that Pete always wears a swim shirt and that plenty of other kids, girls included, like them. But she would be not be swayed. Then Pete came home from a playdate and within seconds he'd convinced her to wear one of his swim shirts. Miracle Big Brother! Then it started to rain again. Sigh.
I am telling you, either you or one of your kids is a Rain God(dess), and you should immediately hire yourselves out to help put out the fires in Northern California. You'll make a fortune!
Posted by: pam | July 03, 2008 at 01:32 PM