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Don’t you hate it when you don’t check the weather forecast, and then you let two of the kids wear shorts and three of them wear short sleeves, and bring sweaters for none of them—because it’s sunny-ish, and surely it will get warmer as the day goes on—and then you drive toward the coast to take them on a nature walk, only to discover menacing grey clouds enshrouding the very path you planned to wander for the next hour?
Yeah, note to self: When you hear yourself saying, Eh, who needs to check the weather? Uh-huh, you need to check the weather. Or else you’re going to spend the morning fake-cheerily telling small people to put your hands in your pockets! You’ll hardly notice how chilly they are! And also making excuses for the sad lizards that are asleep in their hidey-holes instead of sunning themselves out in the open like usual.
Ah, the great outdoors!
the one time you don’t prepare, this is what you get…i can’t totally relate uh!
I’m sure you can’t relate– I’m sure I’m the only one running around under storm clouds with kids in shorts!
Funny, I’ve just realized this exact same thing . I think I abandoned the Weather Service long ago in favor of layers. Must be a San Diego kinda thing. But tiny cold bodies and a winter of almost enough rain (finally!) has changed my mind. We are in sync, you and I!
I’m loving the rain (and our nature walk was so green!), but yeah, our usual clothes do not quite cut it.
Oh lordy I’ve done this a million times. And don’t I feel awesome when it starts raining and I know for a fact my kids are in shorts at school. The opposite seems to plague me as well. The morning is frozen so off they go in boots and long pants and turtlenecks and somewhere around 11am, summer decides to appear. Dumb weather!
Luckily, they’re resilient. And also waterproof. (This is what I tell myself.)
When #4 was a baby, I set out for her three month well-baby check (an hour away) in sun, only to discover it was raining sheets in the city. Not having taken anything extra but a few diapers with me – this was #4 of course – I ended up putting her in re-usable cloth grocery bag to take her into the clinic. The nurses there still talk about that day, three years later!!
See, by #4 you were resourceful!
I love that! I’d be talking about it years later too, if I was one of those nurses. Or even if I was just another parent in the waiting room.