I didn’t do my usual crabbing about the time change this season (even though this is my most hated one. There is absolutely nothing worse than “losing an hour,” especially of sleep.). For one thing, it gets a bit redundant, and for another, I actually, for once did not have the difficulty with it that I usually do. Of course, it helped a lot that my son went into this weird hibernation mode and starting sleeping in until 9 for a few days. My God, that has GOT to be some kind of record. Now he’s back to his chirpy 6:30. I loathe morning people. Well, except my son, of course.
This is the first year that I have actually started swapping out wardrobe for the seasons. Uncharacteristically organized of me, I know, but hey, baby steps. I have concluded a few things from this exercise:
1. I am way too far in debt due to manic purchases of clothing for me and my son. My poor husband gets the short end of the stick on this one.
2. There is something to be said for having 2 or 3 rotating outfits, which is my husband’s creed; hence, why he has not benefited from my clothing expenditures.
3. I have added yet another pro to my list of reasons to move to a static tropical climate. Frankly, I do not enjoy the changing of the seasons and would be quite content to forever live in eternal sunshine and the warmth of summer. It’s the kind of monotony I could thoroughly enjoy.
4. Bottom line: Rotating clothing every season is a pain in the ass.
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