My mother is such a funny character.
She’s the sweetest little lady and she cares so much about her children.
However, she’s also a total nut job. She’s one of the most neurotic and stressed out humans I’ve ever met. No matter what is going on in her world, she’s pretty riled up about it. That’s why I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s currently up in arms about the summer weather. She lives in the northern midwest where the weather is less than ideal. Most of the year it is quite cold and snowy there. She spends every day going outside and caring for large horses in the tundra. She battles feet of snow, blustery wind, and falling ice. She layers up in clothing to protect against the brutal cold and chance of frostbite. She stomps through an arctic wasteland for 6 months of the year, and complains about it every single day. It’s understandable that she doesn’t love the brutal cold and winter weather, but you would think that another season might make her happier. That isn’t the case. Last week, my mom’s weather finally transitioned from winter to summer, and she is not happy. She’s been calling me every day, complaining endlessly about the insane heat and humidity. It’s over 80 degrees here, she says in a panic. I’m so sweaty and miserable, I don’t know how I’m going to make it out in the sunshine today, she says dramatically. I laugh, as I turn down my thermostat in the deep south, and brace for the 100 degree air temperature outside.