Baby it's cold outside

I live in Florida.

I live in Florida.

I live in Florida.

Sorry, I just find that I need to keep reminding myself of that fact because it is so darn cold here right now!

And I'm not even being a baby.

I mean, yes, it's colder lots of other places.

But the thirties? On the west coast of Florida? No. That's not possible.

We are not outfitted (literally) for this. My kids each have exactly one pair of jeans. One pair of uniform pants for school. We just don't need more than that, and I can never bring myself to buy winter clothes when it's swelteringly hot outside...I get head induced amnesia every year and forget it ever gets cold.

And then it gets cold. And we're stuck scrambling for hoodies and long pants. The hats I bought for the kids Christmas pictures? They were supposed to be decorative. Instead, Seth has been wearing his to school. Crocs don't do great in this weather. I'm not cut out for this.

And yes, it's warmer here than other places, but I swear to you, the humidity here makes the wind ridiculous. Bone chilling.

The best part is that I work at a restaurant that is completely outdoors. There is no indoor seating. Whatsoever.

My hands are still thawing out from the night at work. Luckily it was our annual chestnut roast, so I carried some around in my pockets to keep my hands warm.

Yes, I'm serious. I'm a big Florida baby and my blood is thin...oh, so thin.

I think I'm going to call in and take my kids out of school, because next week? It's supposed to get down to twenty at some point.

I live in Florida for a REASON! This is not okay. Not okay at all. I might as well be up north, where the cold wouldn't be a surprise, because it's supposed to be that way.

If it's going to be this cold, can it just go ahead and snow so my kids can get something meaningful out of it? Then I could deal with it. But as of now, the weather is just making me angry and cold.

I moved to Florida so that I would be warm. This is breech of contract. Or something. I object.