When I picture a perfect October day, I think of a crisp, sunny day, a scarf wrapped jauntily around my neck, leaves falling around me as I frolic through the autumn-y goodness. Boots, sweaters (okay most of this involves outfits but stay with me here) and maybe just the tiniest chill to the air. Enough to pull your pretty blanket scarf around yourself tighter and head home to build a fire in the fireplace and sip cider or whatever. You know what I mean, FALL. FALL WEATHER.
You know what I don't picture? SWEATING.
But, here we are. We are in the Sweaty Season. No, not August. You expect to be sweaty in August. No. I'm talking about that lovely in between time where it's not quite fall weather and no longer really summer weather but a little bit of both in one day that leaves you not entirely sure what to wear and almost always wrong in anything you choose because you're definitely going to be 1) Too hot, 2) Too cold, or 3) Somehow both.
Case in point? Dressing the kids for school.
In the mornings, as I check the weather app on my phone (because let's face it, that's way more accurate than, you know, going outside) I see it's 40 degrees. I make them wear jackets and pants and socks and possibly force the younger one to wear a hoodie as well while the oldest one escapes my motherly offerings of sleeves and pant legs and gets on the bus in shorts. Before they even arrive at school, it's already jumped 20 degrees. Sweaty season strikes again. They will get off the bus with said jackets and hoodies falling out of their backpacks with flushed cheeks, SWEATING, and telling me how hot is was at school. Sweaty season.
Nothing is worse though, then when you head out in the morning in something all cute. Maybe some plaid. Maybe a nice cable knit going on, boots (YES AGAIN WITH THE BOOTS) and you pick up something fall spiced and hot and caffeinated. You toss on a scarf, you are looking hot lady. And then, like an hour later, you are looking actually hot. Like temperature hot. Like you are going to die of heatstroke unless you rip that cute plaid blanket scarf off your sweaty neck PRONTO kind of hot.
But what am I supposed to do? Seriously what clothes are appropriate for a 40 degree temperate range IN ONE DAY? It isn't so much the heat, either. The heat I can do. It's more the two seasons in one day thing. I'm tired of waking up and leaving the house in fall and coming home in late summer wishing I had worn flip flops. JUST PICK A SEASON AND STICK WITH IT.
But, before you roll your eyes at me, I get it. I shouldn't complain, because pretty soon that pendulum is going to swing allllll the way to snowmageddon temps and then I will REALLY have something to complain about, but at least then I can be sure I won't need three outfit changes to make it through the day without thinking I'm going through early menopause. So come on, let's do this, Fall, let's really do this. I'm ready.