Blue skies...smiling at me. Nothing but blue skies do I see.

I've been humming Irving Berlin's song, Blue Skies, in my head for a few days now. And considering what the city of Cedar Rapids has been through in the last few days, I'd say it's quite fitting.

It seems the flood waters weren't enough and God decided that a few more inches of fresh rain would really make things interesting. We had not one, not two, but three severe thunderstorms this weekend. I only got a picture of the down pour from two storms because the other one was at 3:30 in the morning and looking for my camera was not my #1 priority.

Storm #1



Seriously...can you see the downpour?

Storm #2



Out of these rain storms came two good things, though. Starting Thursday, the city of Cedar Rapids had to restrict the use of water to drinking only and that meant no dishes, no laundry and definitely no bathing. So when the heavens opened up on Saturday people grabbed their swimsuits and shampoo and went outside for a bath!!

The other good thing was that after the storms passed they left some beautiful skies behind.




Against my better judgment, I agreed to take the camper out this weekend. Dustin began his pouting around Wednesday afternoon and by the time Thursday came around he was in full "toddler tantrum mode". I know how disappointed he's been with how little we've been able to go out lately but COME ON!

I was sick (physically) and extremely upset about everything happening with my place of work. So a part of me thought that getting away from the television for awhile would help me and if, in the meantime, it changed Dustin's mood...well, then all the better.

Long story short...I should have listened to my inner voice and stayed home. The whole weekend was one disaster after another. Between the storms, the power outages, the water being out, my severe sickness and the overall lack of a good time I couldn't wait for Sunday to come around. There's something about being cooped up with two kids, a large dog and husband when you're sick that makes you appreciate personal space.

I do have to give Dustin some credit, though. I haven't been this sick in a looonnggg time and I took enough antibiotics and pain medication to knock out a horse. So much like my Mother's Day, his Father's Day was a bust. What goes around comes around, wouldn't you say?

I do believe, however, that I have done my selfless act for the year. Through my misery the children did have a good time and Dustin was just happy to be in the camper. Josh got to look at the moon with Grandpa Larry and play on the playground. Lauren got to eat Oreos and sit in her Little Mermaid chair. So really, if only mom is miserable then I guess it's just a case of majority rules.






Happy Father's day to all the fathers out there!!!