When it's not actively raining, the sky is gray and there has been thunder pounding somewhere far off over the ocean. I have walked to pick up P. at my workday's end on afternoons where the radar says we won't get soaked along the way - but I'm still feeling cooped up.
Thank goodness for last week, when the sun was shining and the weather was hot and both of my littles were home with me to play and bask and shout and swing and and picnic.
I suppose the gray days being the busy ones isn't so bad. At least I'm not missing out on a gorgeous summer day!