cabin fever

The daddy is away, running the half marathon in Sin City.

So we are here, eating leftover salad out of containers bum naked on the couch, 

coloring, watching too much TV, and looking outside at the nonstop rain and wishing the weather was better so we could play outside.

In fact, the only outside we have seen during this constant dredge of yuckiness that has plagued the Pacific Northwest the last 2 days has been the neighbor's yard, when I was chasing chickens out of it in my bathrobe early this morning. (Chicken and dumplings, anyone....? You catch, I'll cook 'em).

This mama wishes she could be there, too.

And in an hour we will pick Aili up from the bus stop and maybe have a living room dance party before going to bed, way too late. 

( and this mama may have promised ice cream + sprinkles, in place of lunch justthisonetime, in exchange for a nap. We live on the wild side over here.)

Love, the bathrobe brigade 

...perhaps next week will be less slovenly.

I'm only mildly optimistic.