A rainy day at our house

So, that muthafucka Mother Nature screwed me again yesterday.  I had all kinds of fun outdoor activities planned for us.  Instead, the skies opened and vomited rain all over my fun.

Pretty picture?  Imagine how I felt.

We started off the day with a failed science experiment I got from my good friend, Pinterest.  In theory, it should've worked.  I understood the science behind it.  I explained the science behind it.  The kids were excited to help.  But, after it didn't do what I said it would do, they quickly lost (P)interest.  So much for that. 

Then came the rain.  At first, it consisted of a few big fat drops.  Those?  Are fun.  I pushed (with force) cajoled the children into staying outside during this period.  These kids are turning into pansies.  I mean, who doesn't have fond memories of playing in the rain?

After some time, they realized the error of their ways and I thoroughly enjoyed watching them (from the safety of the front porch [there comes an age when getting wet isn't fun anymore, mIright?]) ride their bikes, splashing through puddles.

The weather, of course, got worse, so we had to come inside.  That meant 5 obnoxiously loud (I love them individually, but, altogether?  They are loud.) children were running amok through the house.

My solution?

A movie.

You bet I did.  In my defense, I had 5 children running amok in the house.  Enough said.

And then came the fun part.  After the movie was over and the young one went down for a nap, I made the older kids do homework.

Heh.

I bet Mother Nature will think twice next time about messing up my children's day.