Rainy Day

I love writing and reading on rainy days. Its coming down hard in Winnipeg - soft rain. Its been raining all night, so everything is a dark grey color with it's rain wash. Days like today I usually turn off the lights (which are needed due to the dark sky), turn off the TV. I then turn on the radio and either grab a book to read by a window or turn on my computer and write. Something about this weather that makes me want to sit still, listen to the sounds around me and connect with the written word. Today, I am sort of doing that. Right now as a matter of fact. Punk Boy has the day off from work, and is going through the aforementioned box of clutter right now on the sofa. He needs the light, so both the kitchen and the floor lamp are on. Also, the TV is providing background noise. I don't think he's really watching it, (Jon and Kate plus Eight is on and I don't think he's a huge fan) but hasn't made any effort to change the channel - he is too deep into what ever he is doing. I know he woke up this morning to the screams of our Sea Monkey in the bath (he spit up his breakfast all over himself and I had to administer an emergency bath) and stated he needed to get his time sheet done and into work around ten PM. It's ten to ten and I don't think he's even started to fill it out. I should remind him but then I take the chance of being a nag. I think I will.

"Hey, Punk Boy, did you do your time sheet? Its almost ten."

Alright - negative response. Raised voice telling me that's why hes going through the box of crap, tells me I'm not being helpful.

My new response is to cut off the conversation when he yells. I am now refusing to listen to him in said situations.

Worked alright.. hrm, why haven't I been doing that sooner?

The Sea Monkey is six months old today. Can you believe it? Where has the time gone? He's doing crazy things, rolls around the floor like a log and I am pretty sure that any day now, the little beast is going to be crawling. He does these crazy 'baby push-ups,' where he gets up on his very tip-toes and pushes up hard with his hands and will hold his body stiff like a board. He will hold himself in this position for a few seconds before either letting himself go to the ground or trying to move his legs. Soon he will be crawling.
In fact, this morning he was doing these strange push ups and somehow moved himself forward as he fell down. Only a matter of time now.

I'm hungry. Maybe I'll make some eggs and toast for me and Punk Boy.