No, that’s not the kind of deodorant I use. Maybe I should have called this I Have a Secret.®
In any case, here it is: I’m ready for summer to be over.
I know. Blasphemous. I should keep that to myself for fear people will swear at me.
But it’s true. I am. And not for any virtuous reason either. I’m just sick of being hot.
We don’t get really hot weather here like some places, and we haven’t had our usual allotment of scorching hot days, but for some reason this year the warm weather is getting to me.
A normal day makes me feel pretty toasty. Going for a walk in the sunshine requires a change of clothes when I get home. I’ve tried to run a couple of times and ended up feeling like I was going to pass out on the trail.
I actually feel like I’m physiologically totally different this year. Is that possible? Frankly, I blame it on the meds. (Is that crazy? If it happened to you too please tell me so I don’t think it’s all in my head. Though I don’t know if that’s better or worse…)
The thing I find particularly annoying about this is that my husband and son – who are by nature very warm individuals – are totally not bothered. Connor is the hottest little kid I’ve ever known, and yet he’s been putting on sweat pants and going out to sit in the sand box. In the glaring sun. My husband, who would wear shorts year-round if he could, has worn socks and shoes all summer. Socks! And shoes! I don’t even know if he has a pair of sandals right now. If he does they haven’t made an appearance.
And then there’s me. Hiding inside. Fanning myself with my clothes. Grudgingly putting on flip flops if I have to go outside because even those are too hot.
So that’s my secret. I’m ready for a change. Summer can take its leave and let the cooler weather of fall come.
Pass the deodorant.
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