When It Rains It Pours

There are days where it seems like nothing is going in my favor.  I know we all have them, but because I am awake at 4AM, I am claiming the last 24 hours as mine.

I woke up to rain, no big deal, just deck the kids out in rain gear and go on with the day. Or so I thought.  After sending the kids and Sean off this morning, I put in a load of laundry, took my morning meds, cleaned up breakfast dishes, and had a shower.  It all went downhill after that.

Our dryer is on the blink, has been since June. Luckily there was a spare available from back in my single lady days; unfortunately, that one too decided to go on the fritz.  Three hours to dry one load of laundry.  The clothes in the middle just wouldn't dry; I couldn't take the dry ones out because not a single item was thoroughly dry; no matter what I did to mix up the load, it seemed that only the outside edges of it would dry; and the dryer was only half full in the first place.  What really made me mad though, was that the next load only took half the usual time to dry. 

With Curran still getting used to the routine and Alexandra's tendency to come home wetter than it is outside, I picked the kids up from school.  They were fighting before I got back into the vehicle.  The school kept them inside at recess today and they were obviously burning off all their excess energy by beating on each other.  I do mean beating;  fists flailing, hair pulling, legs kicking, and teeth biting beating.  There was crying, screaming, toy throwing, and doors slamming.   I briefly thought about sending them outside to cool off; until I remembered that I would need to use the dryer when they came back in.  They both probably accrued over an hour in time outs before Sean got home from work. 

Rain and I are not the best of friends, we never have been.  I don't know if it is the change in barometric pressure or the humidity, but my arthritis is worse on rainy days.  In order to try to alleviate some of my extra aches and pains, I take some more medication.  More medication means more side effects.  It is hard to say which is worse; the pain and fatigue of the disease, or the medications that I take for it.

I am exhausted, the laundry is caught up, the children are sleeping like angels, and I am optimistic that this downpour will be over by morning.