Vitamin Deficiency

Yesterday was the "hottest day of the year" so far.  It was 72° when I drove home from work.  The windows were rolled down and the sky was blue.  It was lovely.

When I got home, The Boy was the golf course, of course.  So i knew that I had a few hours to fend for myself.  I rolled up my pant legs, and shirt sleeves and put on my headphones on and went out to the front porch to sit in the sunshine while listening to my iPod.  It felt so good.

I'm not sure how long I sat there.  I was on the verge of falling asleep, sitting up, leaning into the door jamb when my neighbors across the cul-de-sac yelled over to me, teasing me not to get sun burned on the first day out in the spring sun.  Oh, I wish.

I came inside when I realized that I was nearly falling asleep, and laid down for a moment on the front room couch.  Forty minutes later, and with BAD couch hair, I woke up.  I never nap in the afternoon.  How long was I outside in the sun?!  The warmth sucked all the energy out of me.  But the little nap revived me for making dinner and getting ready to do it all over again.

Sadly, the sunshine was a one-say-only-show.  We are back to rain and even snow today.  But the 72° day is simply a promise of springtime weather yet to come.  I just wish it would transition already.  I'm anxious to feel the sun on my face and add some color to me arms and legs.

What's Wrong with Sunscreen?!

The Boy left for school this morning, excited to be going.  Only he wouldn't be at school for long.  Today was the 9th graders' day at Lagoon, the local amusement park only slightly better, a bit cleaner, and less white trash than a county fair (from where I grew up).  Disneyland, this is not.

It is supposed to be about 80degrees today...a perfect forecast for a day of fun away from school, hanging out with friends, playing on rides all day.  Except that I insisted he let me spray him with sunscreen--along the backs of his knees and neck.  I tried for the rest of him, but he was put out, that I would even insist.  It got so irritating that I told him if he didn't let me spray him, he wasn't going.  That finally made him give in.

Good crud!  You would have thought I was asking him to let me pin a note on his shirt, like they do with kindergarteners, that held his contact information.

I hope he comes home in a better mood.  And I hope he isn't sun burned.  But I did my best to avoid that.  It is up to him now.