I read a blog post the other day where some kind, good-natured mom was lamenting the end of Summer. The end of fireflies, the end of watermelon, the end of late nights playing in the backyard with her kids. PLEASE Summer, PLEASE don’t leave me! Please don’t make me get out fleece pajamas and Winter boots and raincoats. PLEASE don’t make me turn the heat on.
I don’t know where she lives, but after reading her blog post I decided I needed to write one of my own. A little note, if you will, to Summer.
::ahem::
Dear Summer – I am officially OVER you. Please GTFO.
Sincerely,
A mom to a rambunctious 3 year old, who just wants to go play at the park again. Or even just step out the front door, without falling over from heat stroke.
It is STILL topping out at over 100* + here in the Dallas / Fort Worth area. We’re being promised by weather forecasts and news people that we’re supposed to get a break next week. One website was promising only 88* for a high on Labor Day … which I am GIDDY over. Even if they’re off by a few degrees, and we hit 90* … I will kiss David Finfrock (my awesome local NBC weatherman … say his last name, FIN – FROCK. It’s just fun!).
I am DONE with this shitz, y’all. DONE.
And how about a vote for me, since you’re here on a Saturday and all? One click on the Top Mommy Blogs banner blow, that’s all you need to do! A vote for me is like flipping Summer the bird. True story.
PREACH!!! I’m just a *bit* north of you in Kansas and we’ve officially set a new state record with the number of 100+ degree days we’ve had this summer…112 in the shade? No, thank you. Bring on the lattes and pumpkin patches.
Voted!
Grosstastic! I’d be praying for the end of summer, too! More ice cream until then, however.
No joke!
Living in Minnesota, you expect bitter, frigid cold for 6 months of the year, and summers can be sweltering. I’m so over this summer’s continuing 90+ degrees w/ 100% humidity.
My legs are tired of being shown/shaved.:)
I’m in south Louisiana. I hate summer. It keeps people inside here. WAY too frickin hot.