Rain, rain go AWAY!

It never fails. I always get rained on.

My boss told me last week to switch my schedule back to eight to five. "Sure," I replied and immediately altered my schedule to come in to work earlier. The problem is, I NEVER manage to leave at five. Because five is the hour that EVERY single parent who has a kid in our child care wants to pay. And it's the time I have a new staff person coming in, and I usually have to take a few minutes to get her settled and give instructions and answer questions.

And, of course, by the time I manage to leave, it's freaking pouring. Like it does EVERY evening in Florida. Sometime right after five.

Yes, I know we've had a drought. Yes, I know that we need the rain. All I'm saying is, couldn't it wait? Just until I get home?

I don't enjoy having my cute shoes get soggy. There is nothing fun about wiping raindrops off of my nerd glasses. This evening, I had an errand to run on the way home. "Oh, good," I thought as I pulled into the CVS pharmacy parking lot, "it has stopped raining."

Oh, no. I came out, and voila! It rains again, just to improve my dash to the car.

Rain, rain, go AWAY!