Rain, rain go away.

Nothing puts a damper on a perfectly good week like rain. I was so happy to be able to let my little caged in baby animals out of the house all week, so they could run around like free spirits. I've never seen someone so happy running up and down the driveway with their arms waving all around... it was better than Disney for them. When my boys are in a happy mood, I'm in a happy mood. I don't even need any afternoon wine to get there. Ah, I can't wait for full-blown, flower blooming Spring weather.

Today I took Nathan to the doctor for this lingering, nagging cough he has had since last weekend. It's been causing him to cough all night and wake him up at the butt crack of dawn, which is torture for me since I haven't been sleeping well. It turns out he has a double ear infection, which totally surprised the Dr. because I told her he hasn't been complaining about his ears at all. Now that I think about it, he has been calling my name a lot and not responding when I yell "WHAT?!" repeatedly from my bed at the wee hours of the morning, so maybe the poor kids' ears have been clogged and here I just thought he was being annoying. Just another thing to feel mommy guilt about, great!

Speaking of mommy guilt, I think it's impossible to not feel it every single day. I swear, all I have to do is drop Nathan off at school and see these impossibly perfect mothers with their blowouts, cute mommy outfits, and shiny BMW SUVs and feel like the biggest shlump on the block. I think one day I still had my PJ's on under my coat, I just changed my pants to something less conspicuous than flannel boxers. There is this one mother there though, that just really cracks me up. She comes to drop her daughter off with her boobs hanging out every day and looking like she is ready to hit the club. She even keeps her sunglasses on inside the building like she like is Angelina Jolie and avoiding the papparazzi. I am not over-exaggerating. I don't have any problem with fake breasts, but I just think it a tad inappropriate to have them hanging out at noon with 3 year olds and a 70 year old janitor running amuck. Just my opinion. Hmm.. on second thought, maybe me and her need to start hanging out, she's probably more fun than some of the supposedly too perfect moms I've met, but we will save that for a different post.

Gotta run and get ready for work. TGIF!