So, spring is over here in Houston.
After almost a month of GORGEOUS weather, it’s hot. Really hot.
Saturday M worked in the yard while the kids and I did what we do best…them in the pool and me watching them.
Around noon we all showered and left for a Spring Festival at our church.
Oh, what a joke. It was almost ninety degrees and more like a hotter than heck festival. After a dinner at Lupe’s where the kids drank their weight in ice water, we came home. We were all so sweaty, sticky, yucky, I seriously considered another shower.
But, we have a strict policy here that we never complain about the heat. I’m completely intolerant of cold weather and don’t want to be mistaken for a complainer, so I try to never point out that Houston can be a bit (a-hem) warm.
We’ll save the complaining for those days it’s below freezing.
Which, incidentally, what the pool feels like to me right now.
And why Nate and I make excellent lifeguards.
