Operation Single Parent is still going reasonably well, even considering that she woke up at 5:45 this morning and said "Watch Mommy do Pilates."  How's that for incentive?  So I decided to humor her, even though I then had to stop the tape 23 times to get her milk, get the sand out of her toes (?), pet the kitty, get her a toy, etc.  She also sat on top of me while I was doing sit-ups.  I got in the shower after all this activity only to see a little red head sticking in, ceremoniously dropping my bra and underwear into the shower with me.  "Mommy get dressed," she said.

There have been fun times, too, though.  Last night Kansas City had a BIG BIG thunderstorm.    Big BOOM BOOM ina clouds.  I kept my plans to have dinner with Goofy Girl and Goofy, Jr. despite my mother's admonishment to stay in due to the weather and the knowledge that the world would surely end today due to the date corresponding to the Sign of the Beast.  We ate lots of Mexican food and watched our children go from shy and crying to scaling me as I finished up my salad and some of the little angel's fries.  As we walked outside, it started to rain in the way it started to rain shortly before Noah loaded up the ark and called it a day.

About halfway home, the skies opened and small animals and locusts began falling from the sky.  It was raining so hard the streets were instantly flooding.  I was concerned that the little angel might be scared. I was sort of scared, considering I'm not a good driver anyway and I have an astigmatism that makes it hard to see in the dark, especially when it's raining, and did I mention I'm not a good driver?  I started singing songs, though, to ward off my terror that we might just float away and be eaten by frogs.

About three blocks from home, the rain increased to typhoon levels.  I heard a little voice from the backseat take a break from her show tunes to yell.  "Rain, be nice!" she cried.  "BE NICE!"  I looked in the rear-view mirror to see her shaking her tiny fist in fury at the sky. 

Surely the world can't end yet.  She hasn't even had a chance to yell at a man.