Yes. I know that's a strong statement. But right about now, I would be perfectly happy if the rain STOPPED, and didn't come back.
I'm becoming very familiar with the function of this:
I've been sucking up water from the basement again tonight. Along with dealing with 3 wet dogs...and a dog who WON'T. STOP. BARKING. because he is confined to a room with linoleum flooring.
Not to mention a small child who has suddenly started acting out (I am sure it is related to Z being gone for such a long time...its confusing for him...even though we talk about why he's gone and what will happen when he comes back home). He's gone back to his stand-by method of defiance - not eating (or eating agonizingly slowly). Ugh.
Anyone have a husband you could send over here for a day or two? Mind you...I'm perfectly capable of handling all of this on my own. But...