Shorts, Coat, Shorts, Coat: Why I hate spring

I admit it. Even though my birthday falls in March (and usually on the first day of spring), I hate this season more than every other. I like the weather getting warmer, but “mess” that goes along with it sucks! Living on a gravel road in the spring is the worst. It’s pointless to wash it because the one mile drive down our road turns it from it's nice white color to nice muck-brown. Plus, there’s the joy of getting the kids (and HUSBAND) to make sure to clean off their shoes before they come in the house. It’s like asking Bush to pull out of Iraq. Impossible!

I’m always oh-so prepared for the warm weather too. I mean, can we get a bit of warning before it goes from wind-chill temperatures to an almost 80 degree day? Nah. Let’s do it overnight and force me to scramble in everybody’s closets in search of summer clothes.

Oh yea. That’s right. Lauren doesn’t HAVE any summer clothes because I knew she’d be grown out of her crap by now. (Thank the Lord, MINE still fit!) So off to Old Navy to stock up on a new wardrobe for this nice weather.

BTW, it’s supposed to be in the 40s for the next week. Yep. God, she’s a gal with one BIG sense of humor!