Each and every year, I can't wait for summer to get here. And then each and every year I remember that summer in Texas is akin to the fiery pits of HELL and I realize that maybe I should just quit spending my fall, winter and spring hoping for a few months in Hades.
But we are here, and its only getting hotter. Kate spends hours a day pounding at the front door to go outside and play, yet about three minutes after getting outside, she promptly turns around, climbs up the front step and faces the front door while pointing at the handle. Toddler for, "Dude, are you serious? Its 95 degrees out here and I'm a FREAKING baby. Have you lost your mind? Get me in the air conditioning you failure of a mother."
And yet, her favorite activity in the world is playing outside. So starting this week, I've tried to force some outside play times first thing in the morning and then again after 5. Which hasn't exactly been going gangbusters. I'm cranky and crabby in the mornings because I haven't had my coffee and I have to wave to my neighbors while looking a hot mess with bed head and wearing my sock monkey PJs, and Kate is cranky in the afternoon, because she won't nap more than once a day, and it PISSES HER OFF that I turn off Sesame Street after half an hour because I just can't take any more of that crap.
But, we've got to figure something out. This girl LOVES being outside. My vote is moving somewhere up north. Or fixing global warming. Whichever can happen, like TOMORROW.