Sometimes a person can do some silly things. And those silly things can bring great joy (and dampness).
This was one of those days.
I worked today.
In the morning it snowed.
I regretted not wearing socks with my shoes. I am not generally a huge snow fan, but it was looking a lot like Christmas (*cue song here). And it was all pretty and wintery outside.
Then, it stopped snowing. That was even better… I could walk home, hopefully before it changed completely to rain.
3 kids came in with lacerations. All of them were received playing outside on the playground during lunch at school… Promising. That meant kids were outside. That meant it wasn’t raining and it couldn’t be that wet out. The walk home won’t suck that much after all.
I finally get out of work after sewing up hole in face number three (bonus… none of the kids slapped me today). I start to walk towards the exit when I see it… The water. Everywhere. It is raining. Not just raining. It is pouring. Mammals were falling from the sky. And it is windy and hovering just above freezing.
I am wearing a wool peacoat. No hood. Old flats… No socks, but a potential leak.
I contemplate hiding out in the library at work. I do have a giant presentation to prep for. But wait… I have no memory stick and all but two of the papers I printed are at home.
I weigh out the options.
25 minute walk… I will freeze and drown.
Taxi… $7.00 to drive 5 minutes. Not bad, but really, I am kind of cheap.
Bus… There is a stop near our building and near the hospital. Timing will be about the same. I won’t melt from a few minutes outside. Seems like a happy medium.
I check the schedule and start walking. The bus was on time (I was amazed at this after my experiences at our prior home). But, by the time I got to the stop I was drenched. I was literally dripping. My shoes were squishing and I was cold, but at least not frozen.
At first I sat on the bus kind of bitter. For 5 more dollars, I could have taken a taxi. But, then I was a mother wrangling a kid away from a puddle walking down the street. I remembered how fun that was and decided to look at the bright side.
I am an adult, on my own, soaking wet, with another brief walk in the rain ahead. I could be bitter and cold, or I could embrace the weather and my already soaked feet.
So, I embraced the weather. On the way home (don’t kill me, Mom), I splashed through every puddle. I mentally frolicked (we live downtown, so I can’t do something too ridiculous like actually frollick, at least not without the partnership of another person). I sang the song below to myself because it seemed appropriate at the moment (not aloud, that would get me committed).
I did this all the while wearing a wool peacoat, dress pants and carrying a brown leather messenger bag and patterned lunch box. I am like a child-working adult fusion.
By the time I got to the building (one minute at the most), I was really no soggier than I was before, but I was pretty happy feeling, despite my drowned rat appearance.
The cat drank the water I dumped out of my shoes (true story). I had to change pants and dry off.
It confirmed again that I really should invest in some rain boots, but like a coat with a hood, there is an astute probability I wouldn’t have them when I needed them.
But, it was a strangely satisfying experience overall.
Funny how life works sometimes (this may be an indicator I still need to correct my schedule after the weekend or that I have been spending far too much time with children).