Sweaters in 110 Degrees

I hadn’t planned on writing anything today but the most amazing thing happened to me!

I went into Ross and guess what was there?!?! SWEATERS!!!!!

Oh yes that makes me incredibly happy. Like celebrate with champagne and dancing happy.

I love sweaters. Cold weather clothing is by far my favorite style. Even when I was skinny it was my favorite. Which is saying a lot because most skinny people like to live in bikinis. Not me. Even way back then I used to love covering up.

Of course it has to be cute cover up clothing. I don’t love baggy sweatshirts. Oh wait, yes I do! Again they have to be cute. But if I had to pick a uniform it would be sweatshirt and shorts.

Which brings me to my favorite weather. As a Pluviophile I love the rain but I also find joy and peace when its overcast and right around mid 60’s. Like cold enough to put a sweatshirt on but still rock some cute shorts.

Not the ass cheeks hanging out shorts that are going around now. I don’t care how hot you are or how amazing your ass is, I don’t need to see it in the grocery store. I give you a high five for working hard to get that has but I’m pretty sure Citizens, True Religion, or even Ivanka Trump has worked extremely hard to make ass covering shorts that will look cute without making me cringe.

Sorry that was an inevitable tangent.

Shorts and a sweater weather is the dream weather, and wardrobe. So while this trip to Ross made me feel incredibly happy for about 20 minutes it also was depressing.

It’s August. It’s the start of August and hotter than hades in this tiny little town we call home. It will be like this for a while and while I’m enjoying this summer way more than any other I still am not the biggest fan.

So continuing the quest to enjoy the make-up melting temperatures with more lake trips, a romantic golf trip up to Sequoia Woods with my hubby, pool parties, and sugar-free popsicle I’ll also be getting excited that even though it’s not here yet those sweaters are starting to hit the stores and that means it’s coming. Not as fast as I’d like…. but its coming.

Pluviophile in the world

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A Pluviophile is someone who loves the rain and finds peace and joy in the rainy days. This is me through and through. I love the word, I love the meaning, and I love my rainy overcast days.

Some days are hard with a toddler. We are teaching her how to be an adult. How to deal with frustration, how to soothe herself, how to recognize when she’s wrong and say sorry, and while she’s learning and so excited during the day to do things on her own there comes a point in the evening when she becomes my velcro baby. All she wants is her mama. Its hard when there are things around the house I need to get done and I find myself frustrated and growling (wow wonder where she got it).

She’s always been a good sleeper. The last two years she’s fallen asleep in bed with us and we easily transfer her to her crib. She loves to snuggle and get “comfy cozy” as she calls it. She’s just like me in that she needs something on her. She wants ALL the blankets on her even when its 110 outside. So we use the sheets and her thin baby blankets that she wasn’t into for a while but are making a huge comeback. Once she’s asleep we put her in her bed. Easy peasy.

The last week all she wants is me falling asleep in her toddler bed with her. Cramped because it’s still the length of her crib I shove myself in to snuggle her. I’m not going to lie the first two nights it was pretty comfy and special to hold her like that then escape to my own bed. It was like she was my tiny baby again.

Tonight it was hot and cramped. Have you ever waited for a toddler to fall asleep? It’s physically painful. It’s staying really still and keeping one eye closed. Its repeating “its night night time, close your eyes and relax”. Its getting poked in the eye because she’s making sure you are going to sleep too. Its feeling her start to drift off and moving at a glacial pace to get your arm out from underneath her without waking her up. Its hitting the floor like a bomb went off and crawling out of the room like a ninja when you hear her move before you’ve made your escape. Then that satisfying feeling of silence in the house.

Isn’t that the literal part of being a pluviophile though. Learning to find joy in the rainy days of life. Learning that tonight was rough and there were tears and raised voices and what that really means is we have a family who’s growing and learning together. Everyone enjoys and “likes” pictures of the sunny times that are easily captured by the camera and looks good to post. I do it too. I get a good picture and post it despite the fact that there were tears and flying shoes not even 30 minute before the smiles and posing. We do this because that’s what we want to remember. No ones wants to look back and remember the tears, yelling, pouting, and flying shoes. We want to remember that even though everything went horribly wrong and we all fought that we pulled together and were able to smile through it. Sometimes those are the best memories when things fall apart and come back together.

I’m thankful for my little family, in our little house, in our tiny town that’s hotter than hades right now. I’m thankful she still wants to cuddle with me for now because I know the days are numbered. If it was truly raining I’d be happier but I’m thankful our town cools off at night and I’m able to get cozy under a sheet and still snuggle with my husband.

Not every day is going to be my ideal rainy day. Some days we are going to melt and get sunburned. That’s why there is soothing lotion and essential oils to help us recover and get back to the lake.

Pluviophile in 110 Degree weather

 

It’s the end of June and start of the heat waves and while everyone else is excited and already enjoying the sun I’m still in mourning over the winter ending.

Everyone thinks fun and freedom when they think of summer while I’m over here thinking of my make up melting off, my car seat burning my bum, and the struggle of not being able to find clothes that simultaneously cover my body and are light enough to not give me heat stroke.

It’s not all bad. I do see the appeal to summer. Its not that I hate the sun. Wait… I kind of do! Its more that I just love the rain! I love when it’s not raining but overcast and you can cuddle up on the couch and read, or open a window and get that cold breeze and fresh clean smelling air come through the house. I love that you can bake without dying.  I love how it feels like the world is getting a shower and everything is green and pretty.  Of course there’s a whole new list for when its snows! Mostly I love that I can always put a layer on or cover up when its cold out. Summer you can only take off so much before people start getting offended or someone calling the cops.

That being said I am learning to love the sun and all brightness that comes with it. I have my 2-year-old daughter and living in the mountains to thank for that. You can’t stay inside forever with a toddler (not without burning down the house or getting a drinking problem). So I’m learning to love things that make her face light up. Sitting outside and eating a popsicle, splashing in the pool and watching her “go all the way under” when she hold her nose and dips her chin in,  and the smell of good sunscreen.

I have to mentally prepare myself to get excited and find the things in summer that make me happy. So we are going to spend a lot of time at the lake, pool, and at friends houses with air conditioning! I’m totally up for suggestions as I’m new at this and am sure there are summer people who have amazing ideas! I’d love to hear them.

So while I mourn the loss of my clean rain smell, I smile and think of my friend on the golf course saying “don’t you just love the smell of hot dirt?”…. umm no. But the thought and smell make me smile and its a start.