It seemed like a good idea at the time

Yesterday I started going a little stir-crazy from having been cooped up with Mr. Sicko earlier in the week. It was pouring rain, but in Liam’s mind, there is no better time to get outside than when the puddles are fresh. So I decided to brave the elements and get us all out for a walk in spite of the weather.

Liam has rain gear to keep him dry, and although I don’t (where does a grown woman find cool rainboots, anyway?), I did manage to find a big old golf umbrella that was supposed to keep me dry (do you see where this is going???) After much deliberation, I decided to take Mallory in the old single stroller, rather than fuss with the weather shield on the new double stroller – something I have yet to figure out.

And so I had it coming to me when we got exactly half way around the block, and Liam decided he’d had enough of puddle jumping and worm watching, and he wanted to be carried home. After trying to talk him out of it, unsuccessfully, there was nothing left to do but sock the umbrella away in the cargo bay and oblige. It was quite a feat, let me tell you – carrying 30+ pounds of him in one hand and wrangling the stroller in the other. Liam and Mallory made it home dry and warm. I, on the other hand, was pretty much a drowned rat.

Live and learn. Tomorrow, when it’s supposed to be warm and sunny again, I am going to get out the weather shield and figure out how it works. The lesson has been learned.