Go on and blame it on the rain…
‘Cause the rain don’t mind
And the rain don’t care
You got to blame it on something
Lyrics from the infamous Milli Vanilli
(a single raindrop /Julie Cook / 2015)
Well, last week there was a brief impromptu road trip.
It was a last-minute, throw some stuff in a bag, head out the door sort of road trip.
I simply blame it on the rain.
I gleaned some important life lessons during this little adventure of which I planned on sharing…
lessons that came about, in part, to my blaming it on the snow rather than the rain…
However, before I could properly put a suitcase of dirty clothes into the wash,
and write a reflective post, I was called into quick duty.
The poor Mayor and Sheriff were both stricken by an unrelenting stomach bug…
Let’s just say that both mouths and bottoms were working overtime, simultaneously…
It wasn’t a pretty picture.
Pedialyte popsicles were about the only means of sustenance which remained where they were supposed
to remain, inside the tummies vs outside of said tummies.
(The Sheriff enoyed a pedialyte popsicle until experiencing his first brain freeze / Julie Cook / 2020)
(The Mayor holding onto to only thing that stayed on her stomach all day / Julie Cook / 2020)
And thankfully there have been a few moments of peace and calm…
(still sleeping before I had to race soiled babies to the bath / Julie Cook / 2020)
(a new roost ruler in Woobooville/ Julie Cook / 2020)
(just before the morning’s cranberry juice reared it’s ugly head/ Julie Cook / 2020)
(the Mayor looking wise beyond her years / Julie Cook / 2020)
So barring my chances of catching this vicious bug plaguing these children,
I plan on getting back to the story at hand hopefully tomorrow…
However, for now, I’ll just blame all of this on the rain…as well as a nasty stomach bug…
“I will attempt day by day to break my will into pieces.
I want to do God’s Holy Will, not my own.”
St. Gabriel Possenti
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