Rainy Day Blues

The morning began by bailing water out of the car. It appears my car leaks. Rather substantially leaks. To the point I was heading towards cover-your-feet level flooding in the driver’s side.

I’m on holidays. Therefore we are now experiencing torrential rain. The two go together like strawberries and cream – Janine takes holidays, the heavens unleash a downpour – never fails.

Despite limited funds, a husband not entitled to leave at a new job and my deep aversion to the outdoors,  we were planning a weekend away camping but yet again that idea has been kiboshed by mother nature.

Now we find ourselves holed up together in Shambles Manor for yet another holiday break. Designing a roster system for our solitary computer. Arguing over who ate the last piece of chocolate. Trying to agree on what movies to rent.

One of the disadvantages of living in a holiday destination is you become slack at organising trips away. Why pay good money for a unit on the beach when you have multiple great beaches a five minute drive from your house?

The teenager and the tween are also much more difficult to please – oh for the days when they thought a Happy Meal eaten in the drive-through-car-wash was a top day out! Now there’s negotiating, bargaining and begging to be done just to get them to consider leaving the house. I’ve had to up the ante on the activities they deem worth getting out of bed for – and even killing time at the cinema doesn’t cut it anymore – “they are all kids movies I’m a bit OLD for that stuff”. I kinda liked the sound of the Lorax.

I entertain myself by trying to think of new blog post ideas. I’m quite fond of the idea of taking a picture each day from the window next to my computer, you know a sort of “through my window” regular thing. Then I realise I will have to clean the window before we can do that so decide to stick with text-based ideas.

Even the dog is refusing to leave the house. Chandler has been doing the early morning drive to drop off husband to work each day with me, but today he stood on the front step watching me chucking cupfuls of water out of the vehicle as the rain poured down, gave a sniff, a shake of his head and turned tail back into the house.

I’ve checked the weather forecast thunderstorms morning to night for today and tomorrow. Better get more DVD’s. At least I won one round, shortly I will be watching Sarah Jessica Parker battling the mummy wars in I Don’t Know How She Does It.

How was your last holiday? Dream event or holiday from hell?