Today it is cold and rainy outside. The children were bundled up sweetly to make the trek to daycare. As you can see, my shorty Kate is ready for her audition with the Beastie Boys. Dank hat, boo! *
So, off the girls went with their father, leaving me in the dining room to attack a day's work in peace. Got my pot o' coffee, the news on the NPR, my little laptop and a bevy of demands from the office world. I'm good to go. Then I heard it. Not a rap, tap, tapping on my chamber door, no, more of a drip, drip dripping on my kitchen flo' (I don't know why, but it seemed like that should rhyme.)
I warily looked in the kitchen to see...yes...it's raining in there. What an exciting home feature! I can't imagine why the realtor would've left "indoor waterfall" off the description of the house. See? There's a big crack in the ceiling -
The good news is, the water was falling in and around the booster seat Kate occupies when she creates her works of art she calls "dining". So, half the work of mopping the area - the part where you get it all wet - was done for me. Like our stalwart Vice President, I'm a "glass half full" kinda gal. Actually, it's even better than that. Right about now that trashcan I took out of the bathroom and stuck under the drip is half full. If it were only a glass, I'm sure my cup would overflowith.
*Mad props to my peeps Rusty and Jennifer for the Slang Flashcards, without which this sentence would not be possible. Holla!