Rainy days and Mondays

It’s raining hard, on and off, and it’s a Monday. Looking out my second-story window to the street below, I can see nannies and mommies strolling along with their weatherproofed Bugaboos, jumping onto buses, getting into cars. Carless and gutless, we hole up at home.

Boobaby’s only 1, so I can entertain her plenty well here, but why am I so wussy when it comes to getting out of the house? Is no one else daunted by bad weather?