The internet tells me that Shropshire is going to try and get a month’s worth of rainfall out of the way today. And continue for the next few days.
I am not sure I approve of this decision.
The kids and I have basically drowned in the space of five minutes this morning (although splashing in the puddles was fun) and the drippy and chilly after-effects are not so pleasant and don’t encourage me to venture out again over the coming days. I don’t like this.
I get cabin fever when I’m cooped up never mind the kids. At the end of three days if I don’t get them out they will be climbing up the walls and I will be battling with Dennis. It’s harder to beat demons when you’re trapped in small places which means I’m going to have to brave the weather. But I need to think of something worth braving the weather for. It’s all one big clumsy circle of not-particularly-pleasantness.
There are times I wish I had a car. There are times I wish I knew the place I lived better. There are times I wish I was a more organised person. There are times I wish I didn’t suffer from depression.
As it is I am where I am, who I am, with what I have so we will brave the weather together even if it’s just to go to the shop to buy a loaf of bread. We will go to church on Sunday even though it’s a bit of a walk and we’ll get soaked if it rains.
We’ll make the best of it and somehow find the sunshine through the rain together because that’s what families do. And we are a family even when it rains.