Rainy days and Mondays always get me down...

As soon as I opened up the blinds this morning, I knew it was going to be a long day...only made longer by the fact that Matt was flying in at 7pm and we could hardly wait!

The rain. Lots and lots of rain. There have been problems with flooding in the area, of course nothing like what Texas is experiencing, but enough that some roads in our area were closed. Luckily, our house sits pretty high and our streets drain very well so we haven't had any problems. Unfortunately, it does mean we spent another day inside, except for a couple of errands, Quinton and I had to keep each other occupied. Plus, you would think with all this off and on again rain that the high school marching band wouldn't be able to practice but nooooo, I was able to hear the BOOM, BOOM, BOOM of the drums for at least 4 hours today...grr, I knew there had to be a downside to having the high school practically in our backyard! High school marching bands - fanatical ones at that - do NOT make good neighbors!

Instead of playing at the park, we amused ourselves and played with every toy Quinton owns and read half of his library! At one point, I was on the floor laughing hysterically because I clipped a mini-cowbell to the back of Quinton's shirt and he kept going round and round in circles trying to find it and I kept saying, "I need more COWBELL!" Quinton didn't get that last part, but you can totally understand why it was the highlight of my day!

We did get out of the house for my chiropractor's appointment and a quick errand, then home to finish tidying up for Matt's arrival. Unfortunately, Matt had called earlier in the day to let us know that flights all over the Midwest were canceling because of the weather. So at about 5:30, Matt called to let me know his plane had landed in Indianapolis, instead of Chicago because Chicago was so backed up. A little bit later, he called to say that their flight into Chicago was canceled and that he'd be overnighting it in Indy...Quinton and I were so bummed, we did the only thing we could do...we went to our local ice cream hangout, Braum's, and drowned our sadness in crinkle cut fries and a single scoop caramel pecan sundae - with a cherry on top!

On our way home from Braum's, Matt called from a car with some guy named Steven. They were splitting a rental car and driving to Tulsa from Indy straight through. Matt said that after everything was said and done, there were three choices:
1 - Go to a hotel and stay overnight in Indy, not getting into Tulsa until 10pm tomorrow.
2 - Hop on a three hour bus ride to Chicago and HOPE he could get on an early flight out the next morning, or
3 - Split a car rental with a stranger with whom he bonded while circling Chicago for 45 minutes and get into Tulsa at 8am tomorrow morning. So Matt, missing Quinton and me too terribly much, chose to hop in the car with a stranger and is probably near St. Louis right now!

So that's our day in a nutshell...and me, I'm just the mama squirrel collecting all of the nuts!