It is still raining, raining, raining here in the Bluegrass....
as I'm sure it is most everywhere in the midwest too.
I am tired of rain.
Not so much because I don't like the rain, but more so because I was already tired of being cooped up in the house during the winter and I'm ready to be outside with the kids. Soon enough it will be hot and humid and nasty outside. These should be the weeks of enjoying the outdoors.
No such luck this year I guess.
So what do kids do when they are once again stuck inside after months of already being stuck inside?
They disappear upstairs for several hours playing nicely with each other leaving their mother to get tons of things marked off her never ending 'to do' list.
I was so excited.
That is, I was excited, until......
I walked upstairs and my eyes beheld this sight......
I KNEW I was in trouble.
The plush pillow path went on
Please disregard the laundry baskets and piles of clothes in our bedroom. They were clean. They were begging me all week to be folded, but it was Saturday before I got the job done.
Rather than interrupt the fun, I quietly turned around and went back downstairs to see how much more I could get done while they
destroyed my upstairs played so nicely.
I sort of forgot about the mess until I went upstairs much later in the evening to get them ready for bed.
This is what I found.....
every stuffed animal they could find was resting peacefully on its own pillow.
Kind of a sweet thing to find....
if you overlook the fact that I got the lucky job of cleaning it all up after they were in bed.