Back into the Closet

I don't know about you, but I walk into my closet each morning and stand looking around wondering what to wear.  I usually can be heard whimpering  and whining ever so slightly.
This is where I should post a picture of my ultra organized closet...

                                                                                                 it's not going to happen.

I wish I were brave enough to show you my closet, but I am not.

At present, no exaggeration, it looks like a tornado roared through.
There are still sweaters folded on the shelf waiting to switch places with summer tops.
But, look the t-shirts have been unpacked and stacked on top of the turtlenecks;
sandals are co-mingling with boots.  I'm embarrassed to reveal I sometimes leave with
more than one jacket option thrown on the back seat and a pair of socks tucked deep in my school bag.

Just when we think spring is ready to solo, 

winter decides to surprise us with an encore.

This morning I stood in the middle of my closet weighing the reported cooler temperatures and the warm afternoons we have had the last couple of days.   History won.   

Confident it would warm up by playground time, I was soon following Wille downstairs wearing a  dress with long sleeves which can be rolled up and a pair of flats.  It only took a few moments outside to realize I needed to head back into the closet.

With temperatures barely reaching sixty degrees this afternoon,
I suppose its not so terribly awful I still have sweaters on the shelf.
Though I think I may need a larger closet.

  

Please don't hate me.

Honestly, I am enjoying our cool spells.
I know our southern heat and humidity

will soon be here to stay.

We are tucked in for one more cold night.

My thoughts and prayers are with all who are being threaten with flooding.

Stay safe dear friends.