Missing summer #oneweek

It has turned so cold. Like the calender flicked to september and someone just turned off the summer. I was hoping, praying for a bit of Indian summer lovely. Where the return of school  was heralded with many more warm afternoons after school in the garden with ice-pops.

But no. It disappeared. Leaving us with a bewilderingly low temperatures and fingers hovering near the over-ride button the central heating. Its like we had our fair share of sun over the summer months and there is no more chances at a top up.

I know people do love the autumn, the falling leaves, crisp mornings and long walks wrapped up in gloves and scarfs. I can even relate a little to that but i think since these past nearly 11 years of having children any love affair i had with autumn has sort of fallen to the way side.

A few of those reasons could be:

• refusing to wear coats, gloves, scarfs, long sleeve tops, shoes, wellies…
• determined to wear summer dresses, flip flops. sparkly thin strapped nonsense that parade themselves as shoes, the most thin cardigan in the world and declare ‘i have a jumper on!’ on the coldest day of the year so far!
• Running and sliding on leaves which are wet..and slippy..and falling inevitably. One of those situations where the joy you gain in ‘being right’ is quickly eclipsed by the realisation that its you that has to take them to the 2 hours wait in the drop in centre for a twisted knee.
• the rain. the rain. the rain.
• Colds..and im not talking temperatures…germ filled children everywhere you turn. It turns september and you can go out and every other child has those shiny, green trails down their noses.  *shudder*
• Cold feet!
• Lost gloves, hats, scarfs……insert any winter type garment that you lovingly buy that then gets discarded within 60 seconds.

Things are just harder in cold weather, every outing involves intense negotiation, battle grounds and a small trailer of extra wear.

I think there was a time when, i too, used to love autumn. A great excuse to cuddle up on the sofa with a huge cuppa and watch a movie from under a duvet. Now….cuddling up on the sofa means a full scale war over who has the fluffyest bit of the blanket, a foot to the groin and biscuit crumbs descending silently to the forgotten wasteland that is ‘down the sofa’

Not to mention the fight over what to actually watch on the TV…which can take years and a full UN peace treaty to resolve!

So a reluctant hello to autumn. I will agree you are pretty with your colours and your moods. You get rid of the evil that is a wasp. There was once a time when you and i were friends..but then my world became inhabited with small opinionated, clothing averse people…and..

well…

just so that we are straight..

I’d like summer back.

Me, the kids and my sanity miss it.

😉