I mean, beat-on-your-windows pouring down rain.
The little lady had woken me up around 5am--she was hungry after sleeping for a good 8-9 hours. As I fed her, I listened to the pelting rain on the windows.
As I sat in the chair & nursed, I reached over and maneuvered the blinds a little to get a peak of the
monsoon rain storm that was going on.
It was baddddd. Like, I-never-wanna-leave-the-house bad.
Those used to be the days that sucked so very bad when leaving for work. Not to mention the fact that I traveled between two school buildings. Getting soaking wet (hair, pant legs, shoes, etc) in the middle of the day was never my cup 'o tea either. In fact? I dreaded it.
Those were the days I just wished that I could close my eyes and make it Saturday. Ya know?
But this time--it was different. I heard the rain...I checked out the insane outdoor scene, but I didn't shudder inside. In fact, I got to put my girl back down for a few more hours of sleep....and I? Got.to.do.the.same.
I slipped into bed and that good feeling came over me. You know what I mean? I could hear the torrential rain...my baby was fast asleep....and I didn't have to leave my house.
It was the same feeling I used to get after calling in for a sick day, and then getting to slip back into my covers and snooze away the sickies.
YOU KNOW that feeling, don't you?
I can't express enough how much I love this stay-at-home-mom role. Not because on a rainy day I get to go back to bed (as that's not typically the case, unless, of course my baby agrees!)---
BUT? On days like that I do get to declare it "Stay-in-your-PJ's & don't-go-anywhere-Day!"
And it rocks.