I Almost Missed It...

This past Monday when Mike got home from work he came into the house and exclaimed in his best Irish accent, " I thought the pot of Gold was under me house!" ( You haven't lived until you've heard my adorable husband speak in his Irish accent....but, I digress...) I looked at him with a puzzled expression...and he asked, "Did you see the rainbow?"

I must pause for a break in the story and tell the readers of this blog about the hours of 3:00p.m. until about 6:00p.m. at my house. I have a friend, named Jaime, that calls these hours the "Witching Hours". I like the title "Witching Hours" better than what I usually call them: "The I Want To Run Screaming Into the Night Hours" or parenthetically titled, (If I Run Screaming Into the Night, Will My Poor Kids Have Abandonment Issues? Hours)

As all mothers know...the hours between the time the kids get home from school and Daddy gets home from work are often stressful and "action packed" to say the very least. Between homework, ravenous children begging for snacks, breaking up fights, trying to find uniforms and footwear for sports, ~ I have lost all ability to see the beauty in life. I am always so happy to see Mike at the end of the day...because I love him, dearly, and because I am frothing at the mouth by 4:45p.m.

So, now I resume the story I started before....Mike asked me, "Did you see the rainbow?" I was aware that it had been raining...(Yes, folks! You read it here first...it finally rained here last Monday after months of drought-like conditions)...I told him I hadn't seen a rainbow and he led me outside to see the most beautiful rainbow I have ever seen. I really need to slow down and try to enjoy life a little more.

A Rainbow Over Rainbow Street