I hate to complain about the weather. We do, after all, live in South Florida, where the sun barely shines and it's hot 99.9% of the time. No exaggeration. I've come to expect this, and thus complain as little as possible.
But the past few days? They have sucked. It's not only rained non stop, from sunrise to sunset, but it's been thundering and therefore denying Aubrey the naps he so desperately needs. And so we are cranky, and mildly depressed since we haven't seen the sun in days.
Yesterday, we're sitting in the house watching Sesame Street, when I decide to say, "Screw the rain!" To myself, at least. I got Aubrey's flip flops on, grabbed an umbrella, and we walked around the neighborhood and splashed in puddles for a good hour.
I forgot what it's like to be a kid and play in the rain.
That was yesterday. He had been in a really good mood all week, despite the lack of naps, and I was starting to think that his terrible two's stage was over.
And then today happened.
Ever have those days where you just have to sit down, take a super deep breath and close your eyes? Cause otherwise you might strangle someone? No? Well, I have. I hate to say that my kid frustrates me, or exasperates me, or drives me frikkin crazy, but he does. He's a good kid, don't get me wrong, but there's just these days where I wonder what sort of alien has replaced him and how I can get said alien to disappear.
But then he does something really sweet, and I'm all like, how are you so frikkin cute?! Tonight at dinner, we told Aubrey it was time to pray, so he bows his head and folds his little hands and begins to pray.
"Dear Jesus, thank you for the food and my chicken nuggets and my trees. Amen."
God must know what he's doing, because it's moments like that that erase all of the horrible thoughts I had been having all day (lock him in his room, glue him to a chair...) and remind me that I am blessed.
I am blessed to have such an intelligent, obedient (for the most part), easy going child. I am blessed to have a husband that gets up at the butt crack of dawn and works all day, comes home, plays with Aubrey and then grills dinner. I am blessed to live in South Florida, with it's stupid rain and agonizing heat.
But of course, that doesn't mean that I won't get frustrated. It doesn't mean that I won't yell or wonder if I've lost my mind. It just means that, for every bad moment, for every deep sigh of frustration or eye roll of disbelief there will be ten moments of tear-jerking, heart-warming, love-abounding awesomeness.
And I guess that's what it's all about; playing in the rain, instead of waiting for it to pass.