I could see mutiny in their eyes. Three sixty degree days in a row with a forecast in the seventies. The message was coming in loud and clear: Give them shorts or there would be an overthrowing of the current power structure.
And it's not that I didn't want them to have shorts. It was just that judging by the way their jeans had started to prepare for a flood by the end of February, I knew the waistbands of their shorts would show a similar type of shriking their duty.
So I thought I'd just grab one or two shorts out of storage and only for the kids who really needed them.
(Yeah, that mess is enough to send me twitching. Talk about faith to move a mountain...of clothes!)
Well...the good news is they didn't eat birdseed this time.
The bad news? I had to dump all the clothes on the floor to find shorts, we grabbed them and then headed over to my friend Jennifer's house, so when I got home, all those piles of clothes were still waiting for me.
By then end of the day I had the girls' spring clothes put into some semblance of order.
(A thing of beauty...for about ten seconds.)
I will tackle the boys' spring clothes today.
Which means you can reasonably expect a March blizzard in 3...2....1....