Twice a year, once in the spring and the other in the fall, we are blessed in the Midwest with bi-polar weather. Somedays it is summer and some days jackets are required. It’s that time of year again. Last week the temperatures reached 97 degrees here in Indiana. Today the high was 70 degrees. I call it yo-yo weather.
Yo-yo weather means I actually have to watch the weather reports rather than Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns. Because if I don’t watch the weather I will dress my child in shorts for preschool when it is chilly and be on the receiving end of the other parents’ stink-eye. Let me just state for the record that I hate the stink-eye with the white hot intensity of a hundred suns.
Yo-yo weather means I need to have two seasons worth of clothing in the dressers and closets of my children. These dressers and closets don’t actually like holding two sets of clothing. They tend to protest by eating entire outfits. Even worse, these two seasons worth of clothing that manage to get smashed into submission need to actually fit the children they’re assigned to. Jeans don’t really protect against the chill if two inches of ankle are visible. (Plus, they tend to attract more of the dreaded stink-eye.)
Inevitably this means a grueling afternoon of forcing three uncooperative and whiny children into trying on outfit after outfit to see if everything fits nicely. Which it probably doesn’t, so that necessitates a trip to a store for more trying on of outfits, but this time in public with the pain of spending money attached.
Yo-yo weather is diabolical. It lulls me into thinking perhaps autumn is really here. I bust out the cute sweaters, I make delicious chili in the crock-pot, only to find myself drenched in rivers of sweat because the temperature reached into the 80’s. Each year no matter how long I procrastinate in putting away the summer clothes in order to relieve the congestion in the dresser drawers, I put them away a day too soon and wake up the next morning to oven-like weather. I’m pretty sure it’s a conspiracy.
Mother Nature, I am sending you my best stink-eye right now.