By Heather O.
So, y’all know I don’t live in Seattle, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure I don’t live in Seattle. I’ve been to Seattle many times, and I like Seattle (although I’ve yet to ever be properly warm there), but I don’t live there, nor do I plan on moving there any time soon.
So it would be nice if Zeus, or Thor, or whoever is in charge of the weather, also realized that we don’t live in Seattle, and take this soggy weather back where it belongs.
Case in point: While we were dealing with a 5 day power outage during hurricane Irene, Little Sister got sick. Like, exorcist sick. She was puking and pooping all over the place, and with no power to run a washing machine, things got really icky, really fast. Once, she puked in the car. I called DH in tears, because having a vomit infested car in the middle of a hurricane cleanup sort of put me over the edge. He helped me clean it up, and took out Little Sister’s car seat and hosed it down. We left it outside to dry. It rained. We left it outside to dry some more. It rained again. And again. And again.
When the sun finally came out, and the winds died down and the backyard’s flooding subsided, I went to fetch the car seat so I could strip off the cover and wash it.
It was moldy.
I chucked it.
I know, I know, there are a million and two ways, I’m sure, to get mold out of a car seat cover. But I didn’t even consult google to find a single one. It was just too much. The girl is 4 and a half, she can handle sitting in a $12.00 booster from Target.
(FWIW, we also threw away the comforter that she decorated with her barf and her diarrhea. Again, I’m sure we could have dry-cleaned it, but sometimes you just have to have mercy on the dry cleaners, and it’s probably cheaper to just buy another one anyways. Besides, I think every mother, at some point in her life, needs to sleep under something that doesn’t smell like her offspring’s bodily fluids.)
My son has been in school for about a month, now, and yesterday he commented that it was the first time in weeks he hasn’t had to walk to the bus-stop in the rain.
And I’ll be the first to say that there is nothing like snuggling down in bed at night with the pitter-patter of rain on the roof, lulling you to sleep, but these days, when I hear that pitter patter, all I can think about is how many more mosquitos will get to breed. Seriously, the mosquitos, they are epic. Jurassic. Ginormous. Pick whatever adjective you prefer for the giant bloodsucking monsters, because I have never in my life seen them bigger or more numerous. Our family literally RAN from them coming home from the bus-stop, like something you’d see in a bad B movie when a kid chucks a rock at the bee hive and a swarm comes after them. Only this was real and involved bugs who were jonesing for our BLOOD.
So like I said, if Thor or Zeus or Apollo or whoever is in charge of non-soggy weather is listening, please tell me what kind of animal I have to sacrifice to get some decent and dry-ish weather around here. Because I really want to go the pumpkin patch with my kids to pick out pumpkins (my favorite fall tradition!), and I’d really rather be able to enjoy them for a week or two before they turn to mold on my porch.
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