We’ve been having strange weather here lately. It’s been cold, wet, and rainy, then clear and sunny, then rainy and windy. And no matter what I said here, I’m just going to be frank and say I’m kinda sick of the cold weather. Yes, I said it. Smack me right now with a bottle of suntan lotion, but I want the sun and warmth back. I want my tan back. I want to go to the beach. I want to lay out in the sun. I want to take the kids swimming at my sisters pool. Also: I’ve quickly found out that my summer wardrobe out numbers my winter wardrobe by like 90%. I’m running out of things to wear here.
My heater is on right now. Let it be known that while I prefer warmer weather outside, I like to sleep comfortably cool, with the temperature at around 74 degrees WITH the fan in our bedroom ON. I can not sleep well with the fan off. And the problem with the heater in my household is that my dear husband likes to sleep warm and toasty. He cranks the heat up to around 78 degrees, tries to turn the fan off, and I end up feeling like a chicken roasting in the oven.
Winter has not been my friend this year. I sleep hot, I have limited clothing options, my knuckles and lips are dry and cracked, and I am turning a un-becomable shade of pasty white.
Clearly, I never know I have a good thing going till it’s gone.
