I'm not a patient person. I never have been. I try to tamp down my impatience, especially with my kids, but sometimes I just can't help it.
I've been struggling, therefore, with the weather around here. It's been really nice for the past several weeks - middle 50s to 60s, with a couple days that got into the 70s.
And that's great! It really is.
Some things are bothering me.
First, we have a couple of days of nice, warm weather and then two or three days of Ugly.
Do you think the weather could pick one?
Second, it's November and part of what gets me moving into the realm of Holiday Spirit is cooler weather. Weather where I can wear sweaters and long sleeves and cozy socks. Weather where my counsel to the girls about jackets isn't summarily ignored because it's "not really that cold out, Mom."
Third, it's warm-ish during the day, but it can get quite chilly at night. That's great! We even have a heating solution for that! (We bought a pallet of wood pellets that will work in Mike's Fancy New Coal Stove) But there have been nights where it's too warm for the stove, so then we get Sad Mike who can't go play with his new stove, or we have nights where it's almost too cold for just wood pellets and then my feet are cold all night.
Basically, I would like it to pick: Cold or Warm and stay there. I would honestly prefer cold because my brain knows it is November and it can't handle this Warm In November thing.
And all of this flip-flopping between cold and warm has wreaked havoc on my allergies AND given me a cold, so now it's even more personal.
I would like it to be cold, now, please.
Cold enough for the bugs to all die or hibernate or whatever it is they do when it's cold.
Cold enough that all the pollens go away and stay away so that I'm not forever wondering if the sniffles I have are an indoor allergen thing or more of the Just Ragweed Making Your Life Miserable thing. Or worse, a cold starting.
Cold enough that we can have the stove going all the time and get past this On At Night/Off During The Day baloney.
Cold enough for my kids to realize that underpants and a Snuggie do not appropriate pajamas make. (Though it is pretty darn cute.)
Cold enough that we all start craving warm comfort foods - casseroles and pasta bakes and soup.
Cold enough that my windbreaker isn't sufficient to wear as a jacket and my wool coat is no longer overkill.