It's raining, it's pouring.

It really is, buckets and buckets. All week it has poured down and we are waterlogged and mightily tired of it. Tonight was the Father and son camp and we didn't mention it, we mentioned it now, all week because the boys are too young and H is too old for camping in rain like this. At bathtime I started to get Isaac undressed and he said
" But I want to wear these shoes to camping"

UH OH! OH. OH.

" well, there is no camping because it is so wet and rainy and cold, no camping"
"But it's friday and we are going camping on friday and IT'S FRIDAY!"
"Also" said Seth " we have a tent and we will be in the tent and we will be camping."
I could feel a melt down of such disappointed and unforgiving proportions, I could feel their bones melt with such horror and misery at not going camping...that they went camping, look....





Phew, happy campers, stories and lanterns and they are very happy and asleep. I remembered this little beach tent and it is perfect for bedroom camping! I think they will eat sausages and beans for breakfast and all will be more than alright. Yeay.

I went to Deb's house and we ate and watched " Holiday" or "the holiday", Cameron Diaz and the delicious Jude Law. Lovely movie and nice to get out and about. Am tired.