Schizo

Spring is not my favorite season of the year.

I mean, I love how it's the dawn of summertime...my favorite, but it's the most schizophrenic few months.

One day it's 80 degrees and we are chilling in flip flops. The next day we are putting our "Survivor Man" skills to use and warding off hypothermia.

And try explaining to little guys that though yesterday it was perfectly fine to wear your favorite t-shirt, today you have to wear a parka.

Oh, and the cherry on top? One day we may be hunkered in a bathroom riding out tornadoes and the next day we are building snowmen.

So for now, me and my confused kiddos will wait eagerly for the warm sun feeling, watermelon eating, bare feet walking days this current season is ushering in.