I am sitting here in a t-shirt and capris, having kicked off my flip-flops ages ago. I am also wrapped tightly in a fleece blanket, shivering like I am stranded in Antarctica.
Why are you so cold? you ask. (And thank you for your concern.)
Because it’s snowing outside. Yes, snow. Big, fat flakes alternating with sleet and frosty pellets of frozen rain. It’s April 15, and it’s snowing.
I am not a complete moron. (No snickering. I heard that.) When I got dressed this morning, it was very warm. Very. Warm. We’ve been running the air conditioner for the past two days. Without it, our house was a sweltering 74 degrees. I went on a field trip with Kendra yesterday, and I got sunburned. Badly, painfully sunburned on my neck, face and arms. It was 78 degrees yesterday, for crying out loud.
And this afternoon, there is snow.
I am cold and wet after having made the ten-step jog from garage to van, to pick up my children from school. (For once they listened to their mother and did NOT wear a jacket (or long sleeves or long pants or socks with their sandals– Hush. They are 9 and 8… they can get away with that look!), nor did they take one with them just in case.) Then we all ran back into the house. Less than five seconds in the snow, and I am covered in it. Way beyond damp. (Hence, the shivering.)
Did I mention that today is April 15? And it is snowing? And YESTERDAY it was 78 degrees?
Don’t mind me. I’m just a little cranky. The snow is starting to stick and I am all out of hot chocolate.