To say I am tired is an understatement… and to say I am cold is even more of an understatement. For my daughters spring break we decided to visit my in-laws in St. Louis. When packing for the trip the conversation between my husband and myself went a little something like this:
Me: “What is spring like in St. Louis?”. Andy: “It’s not that bad, I will be bringing a light jacket.”
**long pause while I check the weather for myself**
Me: “Andy they are expecting snow on Sunday and it’s 30 degrees.”. Andy: “Yeah, like I said it’s not going to be that bad.”
Needless to say I am no longer listening to my husbands “It’s not that bad”. At times I think he forgets that for the last ten years I have lived in either Arizona or LA. To me 65 degrees is means for a scarf, pom hat, winter jacket and mittens and 30 degrees is layers up on layers upon layers. Yes, I know I have worn this jacket way too much (atleast you know I was not lying when I said it’s one of my favorite pieces) but I am not even going to apologize as it’s the heaviest jacket I have. Sadly, though, still not heavy enough for this crazy “spring” weather. On a side note (and to further prove my point), I am currently typing this blog in J. Crew flannel pajama bottoms, a long sleeve sleep shirt, my husbands zipped up hoodie and warm socks (yet am still slightly numb). In my honest opinion, is this weather worth it? Absolutely… and I must say if you saw my nephew you would completely agree!