and thunderstorms, it's been simply raining cats and dogs all day. If these are scattered, they must be huge.
I can't hear any rain on the glass spires of the roof of the atrium because there are too many jovial people greeting and joking and laughing out there.
We're expecting In-laws tonight. The house is a mess. Somebody I know keeps saying that if I'll get the children out of her way, she'll clean up. I think her method is to sit in her chair and brood about how she never gets any help. Then she does laundry until her aches and pains drive her into bed. I don't know how we produce that much laundry, but we do. We always have clean clothes to wear anyway.
I play with the kids until story time, get them ready for bed and put them there. Neither of them ever gives us any trouble about bed-time.
Then, I suppose, Somebody expects me to start house-cleaning, but there's no way I'm going to begin any physical work after nine. OK, I'll fold a basket or two of laundry if you ask me to, or make a bed so we can get in it...
Oh, whine, whine, whine...
Did I mention that it's raining?
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