Welcome to the fabulous and sometimes insane life
of a working mother who is trying hard not to
let her whole existence be determined by her
cute little munchkins, yet continues to be drawn
in by the adorable and sometimes annoying tiny people!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Smell of Rain

Its raining outside. Oh how I love the rain! It is so calming, so refreshing, so cleansing. Earlier when I noticed the clouds rolling in, I literally got excited thinking about the possibility of rain. Then when Jim Cantore confirmed our 80% chance I was ecstatic. As I stepped outside to exit yet another poopy diaper wrapped in a grocery bag, I inhaled and was met instantly not by that oh so lovely smell of Nutramagin formula poopy diapers, but by the sweet, delicious smell of rain: the smell of promise and of renewal. 

Can you smell the rain? My oldest munchkin can. She can always tell when it is going to rain just by smelling the air. Maybe she will grow up to be Jim Cantore's assistant.

I wish I could say that my excitement of our impending showers was for unselfish reasons, like, because we really need the rain (which we do). But this was not the case. I was excited because rain meant no football practice which would result in my husband being home. And, more importantly, rain meant a calming and relaxing setting for some good snoozing!

Now if you have read any of my blogs before you should sense the foreboding lurking just behind the door. No literally, it is right behind that door. The one right down the hallway. The one that leads to the room of my 12 or 13 (I forget due to lack of sleep) week old. Because after getting everyone, including the baby, the two other munchkins, and my husband in bed, I tiptoe in to my bedroom, lay down in the bed, read a chapter or two from my book (Heaven is For Real, which is phenominal), snuggle down into the covers, and close my eyes.
Wait for it!




It starts quietly, but it starts nonetheless. The subtle whining of a little one who has been awoken from her slumber that has only been going for less than 30 minutes: the whining that soon blossoms into a full on wail. Reluctantly, I get out of bed and put the paci in  to no avail. She is not having it. So I do what any good wife of a husband who lets her sleep late everyday should do: I shut his door and let him nap to the hypnotizing sound of the rain. While I give up, fix a pot of coffee, and start to blog while waiting to see if she will drift back off, which she does before I am even half way through.

I think she just didn't want her mama to miss one of her favorite things: the smell of rain.


Kathy said...

Gosh I hate that feeling when you are starting to enjoy the freedom and downtime of everyone sleeping and then you get the forboding. You know a little one is going to be approaching. I think I'm so condtioned by this that I still wake up eary now. Today I woke up at 2. Two angels were in my bed, plus my wonderful husband. I did a little blogging and then, not wanting to carry anyone into their own room, slept in the bottom bunk of my sons room. There is now way I can fit into the princess's bed that is filled with Barbies and American Girl dolls. I vaguely remember my husband comming in to check on me. I think he was a little nervous that I made a run for it!! Lol!!! Hope that you get more rainy days and lots more sleep!!!!

Melissa said...

Stopping by from the Alexa Drop Hop. Please come by mine, too!


About Aisha said...

I just hopped from VB. Looks like there is another fan of rain here. I too love the rain!