Rain, Rain, Go Away

 Rain, Rain, Go away... Never come back again.

That is a valid rhyme, right?

I hate rain.  I don't like the word hate and don't allow it to be used in my house.  My girls don't like things but they don't hate.

But I hate rain.







This is what we looked like for the second day in a row.  Feet up, still in our comfy clothes, stuffed from the waffles I finally had the time to make for breakfast (schools were closed due to...wait for it...rain!  Rain???).  And we are all a bit over it.

We are even thinking that an arc may be in order if this doesn't let up any time soon.

Did I mention I hate rain?









And so does this one since she doesn't get her daily walk!

This is all we saw out of our windows for the second day in a row.  Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know, it's only the second day.  I know some of you have been dealing with rain and gloom for the past couple of weeks.  And I feel for you, I do.  You are the ones who wonder how I could be complaining about two measly days of rain.  Rain that has overflowed river banks, caused mud slides and closed an entire city (if not region of the country) of schools but only two days worth of dreary.  It sounds a lot like what happened to my hometown this Spring so why am I complaining about two measly days of rain?  Because I live in a third world country and, as much as my hometown is a bit small town and redneck (me included), it is still two worlds away from third world.  A torrential downpour like this her in Chile can cause buildings to collapse, electricity to be cut and people to be trapped in flood waters and die.  It also causes the entire school system, public and private, to be shut down. So we have to improvise and make the most of it.  Yesterday we jumped in puddles for the afternoon.  Today we switched it up and had a fashion show...at least MadHatter did.  Stinkerbell wanted nothing to do with it.

I brought out my jewelry box, a few pairs of my high heels and some of my clothes.  Things that she has been wanting to try on for the past year or so.  She keeps telling me she can't wait until she is big enough to wear my clothes.  I can.

She looked so grown up.  She looked so happy.  She loved posing.  She loved strutting (as best she could) in my way too big heels.  She love pretending she was me for the afternoon (her words).  And I loved every minute of watching her.

Maybe rainy days aren't so bad after all!