It's Not Raining Men

Cheesy title, I know.  It's a blah day today.  Usually I look forward to Monday's; fresh beginning, a whole new week to plan, not tainted by anything sad, or wrong, or silly or by something being broken.  I had purchased myself some virgin runners over the weekend, and so I was looking forward to my early morning ritual once my alarm went off.  *side note- I have lost a total of 60 lbs in 8 months by walking 3 1/4 kilometers 'almost' every day in 45 minutes or less. BOO-YAH.*  It's actually become addicting, getting that exercise in before I have to tackle mom duties.  Gives me time to think.

However, I am a creature of comfort, and when I propped open my eyelids and looked outside after my brain registered that it was in fact the alarm screaming at me and not a jet aircraft in my glorious dream, a sad state of affairs cackled at me through the window pane. I do not like being cold and wet.

I can be wet.....I can be cold.....but not at the same time.  If I happen to be cold and wet at the same time, there is a good chance whoever is around me will be verbally abused.  I can't help it.  It's like one time I was at a birthday party with my several children and it was at a ranch that had many tyke-based activities, outside.  Of course, it was in the Fall, a day like today, however God didn't reveal the actual weather until we arrived after a two hour drive.  Turns out between the ice chips falling from the sky, and trying to cheer up the kids, while feeling myself fall deeper and deeper into angst, we had to wait for the cake to be delivered.  What set me off was waiting with my smallest child at the Porto-potty.  They in themselves make me have murderous thoughts.  I found out my coat was indeed NOT waterproof.  I think the black cloud of  ominous disaster consumed me.  People avoided me.  That was very good.  Dear Husband tried to cheer me up with cake, which usually fixes everything, however not even cake could stop my convulsions.  I'm not quite sure how I got back to the van, being blinded by white hot rage.

And so, whenever I am faced with rain, even in the warm summer months, I avoid at all costs.  It's too much of a reminder at how miserable I can be, and how wimpy I really am.  Now I am faced with running up and down flights of stairs for 30 minutes to break in my new shoes.

Maybe I'll just make a cake instead.