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Sometimes Laughing At Another's Misfortune is OK

WARNING: The following pictures may frighten you. If you are afraid to see a very-rained-on-no-make-up-me, don't look. If you have small children nearby, you may want to wait until another time to view the post. Pictures like these can make a baby cry.

OK, on with the story. I had a little adventure walking the kids to school today. I walk the kids every day until it is just too cold to bear. Last year, Andrew and I stopped walking them to school around Thanksgiving. This year, I think we will make it a little longer because Andrew now understands about bundling up and how important it is to keep his mittens on.

Walking to school is much more convenient for us than driving because of how the parking lot is set up. It is hard to explain the mess that place can be, but just know it takes me about 1/3 of the time to walk to and from school when the school lines are backed up. The lines are at their worst on rainy and very cold days--rainy days like today are an exact example.

Another reason we are so determined to walk is Andrew's cast. It would take me an extra 15 minutes to get him settled in the car. When Rick bought me our new double jogging stroller, he also purchased a handy-dandy weather guard for it, and I am so grateful because I can still walk in the rain and I know Andrew's cast will remain nice and dry.

So, this morning, as we were preparing to head to school, it was raining. No big deal. It's not the first time we walked in the rain. I got the kids umbrellas, set Andrew up in his stroller with the weather guard on and we were off.

About 100 feet down the trail, the rain really started to come down. It was pouring! I walked as fast as I could and the kids just couldn't keep up with me.

By the time we got to the school, it was really pouring. I got the kids to their classrooms and decided to wait out the squall. Well, I waited about 5 minutes. Then, I asked myself, "Can I really get any more wet than I already am?" So, I ran home.

Andrew stayed nice and dry. He thought the crazy ride home was hilarious. I thought it was funny too, but I was also a little annoyed that I had to spend a good chunk of the morning figuring out what to do with my soaking wet clothes without bringing a ton of water in the house. It was a little messy.

Too bad you can't see how hard it is raining from the pictures. Maybe I should have taken a video.

So, go ahead and have a good laugh. I am sure all those people sitting in their nice, dry vehicles in the car line did. At least my kids were on time!! When I got home, a few minutes after the bell rang, there will still cars weaving through the parking lot to drop off their kids.
This is just one of those times where I have been reminded how blessed I am. We have a nice shelter for our family and Andrew didn't get one bit wet because of Rick's forethought in getting the weather guard for the stroller. I was so glad to take a warm shower and put on some dry clothes.
As a side note, Andrew is wearing his new favorite shirt in the above picture (he has been wearing it for two days now). It says, "Handsome and charming. Just like Daddy." So true!

Comments

Anjee said…
Bonni,

You are so funny. I have seen you many times without making and you are beautiful naturally and I am not saying that because you are in my family. I don't ever recall seeing you that wet however and your facial expression is hilarious. Isn't funny the day to day adventures we have. I thought Iowa didn't rain as much as Washington.
Debbie said…
You don't really look that bad. The pictures were cute and we enjoyed seeing your funny faces!

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