It is raining. Again. Not like it did last month. Last month, I took a second to count the hash marks on my wall, and it confirmed my fears: That watery prison held me and my offspring captive for eleven days straight! Rainy days like these mean I haven’t been able to say “Go outside and play”. Rainy days like these mean I’ve heard “Mom there’s NOTHING to DO” approximately every 3.9 minutes. And rainy days like these mean throwing my little ones into the SUV for our typical beach days has been off the menu. Will. It. Ever. End…?!