Today is the last day of preschool for my son. We were supposed to attend a class picnic at Lodi Lake, but thunderstorms are forecasted off and on all day. Is it almost June?
I know weather is among the hot topics of conversation for everyone lately, but I have a special understanding now of stay-at-homes stuck inside with a child under 4 who wants to dig in the dirt, run in the grass or, dare I say, pull out that kiddie pool dad picked up at K-Mart last week.
Then there's the issue of clothes. Like many others his age, Sam has outgrown his pants. I don't really want to pick up new ones because he's sure to take another growth spurt before day-time temperatures drop again to 60 degrees. (Oh, wait. That's today.)
The story is the same for my daughter who has a closet full of sundresses and rompers -- glad most of the tags are still intact since she might outgrow them before she can wear them.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about our weather. I will take this any day over the 100-degree summer temps that are surely right around the corner. But I'm not sure how much longer my living room can take the piles of rainy-day toys stacking up.