Welcome to my backyard.
It’s been raining for 30 days here in Texas. It’s bizarre. Usually around this time of year we’re crying about how we need rain because all our gardens are dying. Well, our gardens are still dying, but this time it’s because they’re all drowning.
We haven’t been able to push a lawnmower back here because the ground is a mud pit. The weeds are taller than my kids, which means I can’t sent them out to play. Which means Mama’s losing her head.
Not that I could send them out anyway. Like I said, it’s a mud pit out there, and have you seen what boys can do with mud? They smear it EVERYWHERE. In their hair, between their toes, inside every crack they have.
I know I’ll probably regret this later, when it’s so dry and hot we won’t be able to properly swallow, but I wrote a little ditty for Rain. It goes a little something like this:
Rain, Rain, go away
Help a mom stay sane today.
I love you, Rain, but seriously. Go away.
If it doesn’t stop raining soon, I swear these weeds are going to grow legs and run us out of our house.
On another note, if anyone has a machete we could borrow, we’re going to need it to get through this wilderness. Also, some full-body armor, since there’s no telling what kind of surprises are lurking in such a hostile forest.
