Rain, Rain go away! My kids need to go outside to play!

So for the past week it seems like every time I look out the window I'm looking at a downpour of rain! Which wouldn't be so bad cause I really don't mind the rain. It saves on the water bill, gives me an awesome excuse to not have to do the dreaded weeding of the massive garden, makes everything smell fresh and clean, and I get to drive Kaden to school instead of looking like Violet from Willy Wonka when she blows up like a blueberry waddling after my kids as they run screaming down the sidewalk to be the first one to the crossing guard. Yes Rain does have it's advantages, that is unless you have to try and keep the three little, and I use this term VERY loosely , angels that I have entertained. As an example of what I mean let me tell you the following story. For those who have not heard the story, Gabby has decided to become the next crocodile hunter. She finds all sorts of weird scary looking bugs in my yard and insists on naming the things like Stevie and Jhonny and then bringing them into my house so that they can "play". Well the other day I let them go outside between rain storms while I was cleaning the kitchen. After being outside for a few minutes Gabby comes to the front door all excited yelling "Mom, Mom, come and look at what I found." And what did she find you ask? Why a bird of course a hurt but very much alive little bird that she has caught and decided to bring into MY HOUSE! And the moment she sees my face and hears me telling her that she can't bring a bird in my house what do you think she does? Why she lets go of it of course. So now imagine if you can a woman of my . . . . ummm, generous size trying to sneak up on a bird so that she can catch it. Yeah not really working great. And each time that I try and catch this stupid foul thing (yes pun intended) it gets a little more scared right up to the point that I'm literally scaring the crap out of it as I am now chasing it around my upstairs yelling at it to stop pooping. Apparently I don't speak bird cause it wouldn't stop pooping. Eventually we got the bird out and I was able to shampoo all of my carpets before my sister and her family came to spend the night but needless to say I had a terrible night with horrific dreams of my family getting bird flu and we all sprouted feathers and beaks and flew around the house squawking at each other. Oh man I really need a vacation cause just now I was thinking that becoming a Toucan was sounding pretty good. At least they live somewhere warm.