I am a weather wimp. After a snow-filled childhood in hearty states like Nebraska, Michigan, Washington and Pennsylvania, I now sit in my Texas home whining that it was chilly yesterday and it might be today. I say might because the weather prediction jury is still out. In their defense it is difficult to forecast the dramatic swings in temperature we sometimes experience. I remember one New Year’s eve we were rollerblading (Christmas presents) in 90 degree weather at noon and could have used ice skates in the ice storm that rolled in before midnight. But most the time we live in the warm to hot range of the weather spectrum. It is toasty around here and sometimes burnt toasty. My body has adjusted well to the heat and my blood runs thin. Which brings me to the cold. Insert shivers here. I am not a fan unless I am on skis and there are no mountains within 10 driving hours of here so what is the point? After careful research, I have deduced that my children require 2.4 hours of outdoor play to maintain MY sanity. When it is cool, chilly and cold that doesn’t happen. So yes, I have managed to create a plot where the weather is against me. Why would mother nature do this to me? Have some sympathy on a fellow mother.