A rainy day conjures up an image of a warm drink and a conversation with a friend, a good book in front of the fire. A lazy day inside catching up on all your shows.
Unless you are a parent.
Rainy days are not necessarily romantic, peaceful or perfect.
They can be dreadful, fear-inducing and to put it simply–hated. I don’t think I even need to explain why. (But I will)
Uncivilized crazies bounce off the walls, tedious groans of boredom echo through the house. Whiny pleas for “more screen tiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmme!” Read More