Rain. And other forms of percipitation.

There are more aspects to rain then I ever thought was possible. As a kid, most of us looked forward to rain. Mud puddles, more mud, and even more... mud. It's funny, until you grow up and start doing your own laundry! Then you think 'Hey, maybe mom wasn't so crazy when she said you could only get muddy once because she didn't want a pile of laundry'. Children exemplify laundry, but they pale in comparison to a cold muddy cowboy. After an already long morning with a cranky 2 year old, over tired, 4 month old, a cantankerous washer, a dysfunctional dryer, and a vaccuum cleaner clogged with pine needles and goldfish I hear our front door open. I hear it slam shut. I walked in the back room and I got greeted by my husband, along with my afternoon's workload. He stood before me in a carhart jacket, boots, two pairs of socks, a long sleeve shirt, an undershirt, jeans, long johns, a wild rag, and his hat. All soaked and muddy. As I gathered wet to exchange with dry I couldn't help but think about how much I hate precipitation of any kind.

Rain- The shower you didn't need to take... Again.
Snow- Cold, wet, sticky, cold. Is there any other way to explain it if you have to work in it?
Hail- Just plain inconvenient. It always hits at the absolute worst times.


I handed my husband back his fresh clothes and he ran back out in the pouring rain to go put salt out in his pick up. At least he should stay partially dry! Our wet, cold, yet couldn't be happier dog, Molly, running faithfully behind. As I write this, it has been raining for literally nine straight days with no sign of letting up. I'm not quite sure how many more loads my washer can handle.

My husband, ever faithful to his job, headed out today to go check and rope the new calves from the heifers in more clothes than I could even hope to count muttering something about building an arc. :)