This week we are finally getting an actual season here in Houston, and the weather has turned cold, they are even calling for SNOW tomorrow. I am a little bit bouncy about that possibility. I love winter. I well and truly do. Fall and winter are my two favorite seasons and I rarely get to see them living in the armpit as I do.
I have been busting out my sweaters and boots, drinking several cups of soy hot chocolate a day, buying boxes of firewood and sleeping like a hibernating bear under my down comforter. I will finally have to break down and turn the heat on tonight as it’s supposed to get down to 27 and it was already 60 in the house this morning, when I woke up, being only 37 outside. Wills hates the cold and me being so reluctant to cut the heat on is only going to be tolerated so long.
I want to go ice skating at an outdoor rink and drink hot apple cider.
The only part of this weather I don’t enjoy? Arguing with Sprog over wearing warm enough outer wear. UGH. Every morning we battle over the fact that his “jacket” isn’t enough and that he needs to add a hoodie if he insists on wearing it. He refuses to wear a real coat and gets angry that the addition of the hoodie means more that he has to carry during the day at school since he doesn’t have a locker (his school doesn’t provide lockers for everyone, so weird) but of course he can’t grasp the concept of having a real coat alleviating all of this mess in the first place…so another cold day, another argument.
Is it some sort of manliness test to prove that you can freeze your butt off?
