I woke up exhausted. My husband was up at 0530 to leave for the Czech Republic for two weeks. My body ached and my throat felt scratchy. Yuck. I had a to-do list a half a mile long. And then there was the special needs picnic today. I needed to get moving and think of something to make, a dish to share. I pulled myself away from laying in bed with the baby. I showered, I dressed, having no clue what to make. The thought of chasing around after the two boys further exhausted me. But the guilt of not going.... I dressed the baby, feeling miserable. She was tired and needed a nap. I would have to put her in the car seat, something she hated and haul her around a park, not allowing her to get a "good" nap in. All of the sudden, a quite feel over the house. I heard a familiar pitter patter. RAIN! It was raining! I thought about all the times I had had outdoor plans, only to be disappointed by the rain. Not now. This was the best excuse. I didn't have to feel guilty. I could relax, for just a moment and listen to that hypnotizingly beautiful sound. The baby fell immediately to sleep, just lying there. I walked down stairs. I watched the rain and then turned to my oldest and said, "How about a cuppa tea and a grilled cheese sandwich?" His eyes lit up and he answered, "Sure! Can we have some chocolate bunny, too?" So, we had a nice relaxed lunch. And then there appeared this funny face in my soup. I guess Someone put it there to remind me not to take things so seriously.