When the sun is shining

Today is a rarity here in the Northwest.

It is sunny in the middle of winter.

Beautiful blue skies stretching as far as I can see.

No clouds, no rain, no grey.

It's amazing how happy I feel today because of that little seen entity known as the Sun.

I contemplated for a good 30 minutes on whether I should keep my kids out of school.
Especially when the forcast calls for 10 days of rain starting tomorrow.

There were several reasons why I sent them to school anyway.

But one of them is that I remember happy memories of school and sunshine.

And when my children are faced with rainy day recess so much (ie. movie in the lunchroom, blech!), I figured my gift would be to send them to school so they can enjoy their friends and their playground without the feel and sound of rain splattering.

But I must ask myself, why is it, that when we finally have a nice day around here, why do I feel like cleaning my house from top to bottom on those days?

When it's raining I just want to sit and stare out the window and wish for warmer, brighter, blue skied days.

But the moment the sun comes out, THEN I'm motivated into a cleaning frenzy.

I just don't get it.

But today I'm rebelling against myself. I'm going to do the minimum required, dishes, sweeping, small amount of tidying up. And then I'm going to go play with my children and hopefully a niece and nephew.

And tomorrow when the 10 days of rain begins, I will do all I can to not wish myself away to somewhere that the sun is not a stranger.

Yeah, right.