I have some serious weather envy.

No really, I think it’s reached a whole new level.

I am SO jealous of those people who are experiencing autumn right now.

I’m jealous of the people pulling out their sweaters, finding socks, and looking for jackets.

You know what we are doing?

Absolutely nothing, it’s still hot.

And here’s a newsflash, it’s going to be hot… forever.

I imagine this is what hell is like.

Ok, maybe that is a bit extreme, I do like Texas, I’m just sick of sweating.

I am jealous of the apple and pumpkin picking sweater wearers.

If I see one more photo of people in a pumpkin patch wearing sweaters with rosy cheeks and red noses, I might actually scream.

You know what you don’t wear in the fall in Texas?

Sweaters.

There’s really no reason to own a sweater in Texas.

Ok ok, I’m calm.

But I do wish we had more than two seasons.

In Texas we have blazing hot and a little bit less hot. I want 4 distinct seasons.

My AC was on while I cooked Thanksgiving dinner last year… yes I like my house cool, and the oven was on all day… but Thanksgiving, are you freaking kidding me?!

We’re going to visit my in-laws who have seasons this Thanksgiving, no AC needed.

Sometimes we have two or three days of Fall and Winter.

Before moving to Texas, I really enjoyed heat.

I grew up in Southern California, they don’t have seasons either.

I hadn’t actually experienced seasons until college.

I went to college in Utah without a coat. I know, it’s just laughable. I was a California girl that thought “winter” meant wearing a hoodie in the evenings.

It snowed the first week of October my freshman year, a hoodie didn’t cut it. I had to write home for a coat.

I’m convinced that being pregnant and nursing in Texas made me hate the heat.

Only one of my kids was born in the middle of “summer”, but since summer in Texas actually lasts from Valentine’s Day through Christmas Eve, I like to pretend I had three summer babies.

There is something about being huge and pregnant and living in place with summer lows  in the 90’s that… makes you hate the heat.

Every once in awhile Mr. Spreadsheets jokes about moving to Las Vegas or Phoenix… I can’t tell you how many nightmares I’ve had about that.

I’m not going.

I just can’t do it.

I feel like I have summer PTSD.

Yes, I’m being too extreme.

But seriously, I keep thinking it is going to be blazing hot again, and just thinking about the heat makes me incredibly angry.

I obsessively check the weather forecast looking for cooler days.

Just an FYI it’s going to be in the 90’s… again.

Yeah.

Mr. Spreadsheets and I joke that if we ever have to move we are moving to a place with seasons (and UPick apple farms).

Every time we say this, people keep tell us what a pain it is to take kids out in snow.

I admit, I have virtually no experience with kids and snow, but let me throw something out there.

You know what happens during the winter?

School.

As in the kids go to school and you aren’t required to come up with activities all day every day while outside isn’t a viable option.

You know what doesn’t happen during summer?

School.

Outside isn’t a viable option in during the Texas summer, heat stroke is a serious possibility. You can only take so many layers off, you can only find so many indoor activities, you can only go to the pool so many times before even the kids are tired of it (which happens around mid July). It is literally 100 degrees by 11am.

I’m thinking if we can survive the Texas summers, we can probably handle a Michigan winter, but who the heck knows.

In the meantime, I am going to pretend that fall is here and winter is on it’s way.

I’m putting the shorts up, dragging out the socks and moccasins.

I’m baking pumpkin and apple goodies like they’re going out of style.

And oh, did I mention… I’m listening to Christmas music… yes I know it’s October.

Yay for cooler days, longer nights, and fall!