It has rained here for a week straight. In fact, at one point my community experienced flash floods and at another point there was enough hail on the ground that it looked like a winter’s day.
It’s been miserable.
And in turn, I feel miserable.
It’s amazing how the weather can directly influence one’s state of mind. I feel rather blah and slightly grumpy. And, every morning this week I’ve woken up feeling like I’m fighting off a cold. I’m just generally annoyed with life this week. And, while I’d like to pin point the reason, the only thing I can come up with is the weather is making me crazy.
With all the rain, all our normal summer activities have been put on hold – our trip to the zoo with friends was cancelled, our almost daily walks with the dog have been put on hold, etc. I tried going on a short trip to a mall with Baby MPB, but it turns out I really hate malls and Baby MPB doesn’t make those trips any less painful.
And, it seems as though every single thing I want to do is outside. There is no way I’m taking Baby MPB outside in the horrible rains, which means I have to stay inside. I’m starting to feel like a penned creature – kept inside against my will.
And it turns out, I’m not a very good penned creature. I like my freedom and so does Baby MPB. We’ve noticed Baby MPB also seems happier on the days that include some sort of outing. And let’s not forget that the dog, she’s starting to go slightly mad being inside for so long. Yet, even when we’ve tried to take her outside she refuses to stay out for more then is biologically necessary to complete her bathroom breaks.
So, as we start the weekend, the forecast calls for more rain. And, I’m getting bitter about it. We only have a few short months of summer and dammit, I want my summer back! I wanted to go to the mountains this weekend for a short hike, but there’s just no way we are driving that far to go for a walk in the rain. I wanted to go to the park for a baby swim in the lake, but once again, there is no way I’m doing that in the cold and rainy weather. And, my mind cannot seem to think of any fun indoor activities, it’s as though I have a mental wall preventing me from thinking of anything other then summer activities.
And, to make matters worse, Mr. MPB wants to spend the weekend cleaning out the garage. Seriously, where is the fun in that?! My vote is there is no way I’m spending the weekend cleaning out the garage with Baby MPB in tow.
All I know is that we better come up with something fun to do or I might just turn into the wicked witch of the west!
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