I have a love/hate relationship with summer. I absolutely love when it starts… the possibilities of how to fill it are endless. Then, the pressure starts to build to spend every weekend outside doing something awesome. This causes stress, which I dislike immensely . By August you realize it’s rapidly coming to an end and try to squeeze in the things you haven’t gotten to yet, but now the heat is on and you just want to stay inside. And I don’t want to complain about the 100+ degree temps because in a few short months, I will be longing for spring, so then I feel guilty for such horrible thoughts. Such a vicious cycle.
This week it’s been ridiculously warm. The Midwest is synonymous with humidity… Even if the temperature is only 90 the heat index is pushing 105, easy. You walk outside and it’s like swimming… thick air, fuzzy hair… And because it’s so warm, it’s hard to get pumped to take the kids out to play.
Today I was armed with sun block and water, ready to tackle the great outdoors. And of course, it rained. Luckily my girls never get tired of playing daycare.
Someone remind Jay to buy paper plates next time he goes to the store. There’s rain in the forecast for tomorrow, too.
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