A week ago I blogged about how I’ve grown used to the tumultuous weather here in New England.  How I am a recovering Weather Channel addict and no longer have the urge to constantly check the forecast.

Pardon me as I open my mouth and insert a foot.

Allow me to explain.

All week it has been 37F degrees outside, and raining. Heavily. Oh, and then there’s the occasional 50 mph wind gust.

This is the kind of weather that scoffs at umbrellas and rain boots; fogs your car windows and floods the streets.  And old man winter finds it hilarious that we’re all freezing in our Spring raincoats.

I mean, if it’s going to be in the 30’s, give me snow.  So we can at least still go outside and play, plows can clear the roads, and school can be canceled.

Because schlepping a kiddo around in torrential rain that is damn near freezing and coming down sideways, blows.

Being stuck inside for over a week in an effort to stay warm and dry gets old quick.  And for a 4-year old (and her mom), it can be maddening.  There are only so many DVD’s to watch, books to read, and crafts to glue before we get delusional.

The meteorologist says to not expect any dry weather or sun until maybe next week.

But I swear I saw a rainbow at breakfast while eating me Lucky Charms…