Pretty sure there is a song somewhere about rainy days and Mondays and how they always get you down. Sometimes in the hectic pace of life, a rainy day is nice. For some reason all guilt is removed when your sink is full of dishes, the kids have chocolate cookies on their faces, and your kicked back with a book. Something about the sunshine makes me feel like I have to go all out and be super productive. Today was one of those days where a lunch mess was still sitting on my counter and I’ve been neglecting all sense of domestication. Needless to say when I whispered to Lorene about putting on her boots to go jump in the puddle she couldn’t keep from tripping over her own feet to get outside to our always collected puddle of rain.