I am over the rain. I am soooo over the rain it’s not funny. I go stir crazy when I’m stuck indoors, and I’m sure I have an undiagnosed case of Seasonal Affective Disorder (you know the one where you get really grumpy when it’s winter and there’s no sun). So it’s winter, it has rained exactly 50% of the days since we moved to our new house (yes, I counted them) and I’m stir crazy and grumpy, maybe that’s why I’m not one of the Drama Queens favourite people at the moment (yes, she told me).
I’m guessing if you’re in Sydney you would be a little bit like me. After years of drought where all we wanted was just a little bit of rain to turn our brown grass green, now all we want is a little bit of sun to turn our mud patches back into gardens. Or just a chance to emerge from indoors and feel the sun on our faces. I think we’re all a little water logged.
Just to put it into perspective, I heard on the radio today that this has been the wettest July in Sydney for 60 years, and we still have another 10 days to go. 60 years is a really long time, so I figure I’m not imagining it, it is really really wet.
I am a firm believer in getting out there and getting wet or dirty when the weather allows, but as we are now running out of clean clothes due to the lack of drying weather, it’s probably not the smartest thing to do. Plus I don’t want to really add to the long list of winter ailments the Drama Queen has had to endure this year. So this leaves us house bound and delving into the world of creativity to while away the wet hours.
Yesterday it was crayons and dress ups.
Today we’ve made a Silvermist skirt (for those of you not up with fairies, Silvermist is one of Tinkerbell’s friends) and we’re about to make some cup cakes.
This would all be fantastic fun if I had have even had one hour of sleep last night, but thanks to a malfunctioning storm water pump Mr Perfect and I spent a very soggy night preventing our garage from flooding. Once we had worked out a solution that didn’t require hauling buckets of water, I volunteered to do the night shift, he after all has to go to work and try and make some sense. This involved me trekking outside every hour or so and manually tripping the pump to empty the pit before it overflowed into the garage.
So after all this rain, I am itching to get stuck into our garden. We planted the Drama Queen’s snow peas and broccoli on the weekend, but didn’t even get the chance to spread the sugar cane mulch around them before the latest downpour started. Hopefully they don’t drown out there! We did also start some new seeds – more snow peas and broccoli, plus some basil. Theory says the rain should be good for them, but in reality it may just be too much.
So I beg of you, whoever flicked the torrential downpour switch, turn it off – we’ve had enough!