It’s been grey and gross around here. Overcast skies, threatening rain, and rarely a peek of sunshine. Maybe that’s why we’re on the sixth day of 2007, and I have yet to write a post.
By mid-afternoon today, everyone was cranky. Shep woke up from nap in a bad mood. Neko didn’t nap. Tom is getting a cold. I’m depressed about how much I clean and how much of a disaster this house still is.
I managed to get the recycling out this morning, but the trash bin was full and the mudroom shower was becoming a second dumpster. “I’m taking out the trash,” I said. “Who’s coming?” Neko balked until Shep sprinted for his boots. Then suddenly Neko wanted to go, too. Even Tom found his coat.
As we carried the bags, the kids started playing in the mud puddles. We considered if we should stop them, but, you know, they were in boots and we own a really nicer washer and dryer.
Turns out fresh air and mud puddles are a good cure for cranky kids. And maybe their parents, too.