Winner and Still Champion- Mommy Guilt

So this is the time of the year where all you folks north of here let me know how much of a wimp I am for whining about the cold. Well, there's a reason I don't live north of here, so I can whine if I want to ;-)

Last night I was debating on whether or not to take Krazy K on her class field trip to the Christmas Tree Farm. Debating because the numbers on the forecast were well below 80. And I'm not a fan of coats or hats or gloves. I think I actually own all of those things but seeing how I really only need them once, maybe twice a year, they remain hidden somewhere deep in the pit known as my closet.

Since my dear sweet husband was off today I took the liberty of sleeping in. At 9am my eyes popped wide open. It was at that exact moment we were supposed to be assembling in the classroom to get maps and such and head on our way.

I called Kathryn to my room and let her know that we would not be going to school today. Which should have been totally fine, since every time I drive her to school, she doesn't want to go. So the one day that I give her free rein to hang out with Mom all day, she sticks out that bottom lip and it starts quivering. Dang teachers, why do they have to go and let the kids know they scheduled something fun?

But Kathryn, it's going to be so cold outside.
But I want to go.
But none of your friends are going to be there. (I totally lie to my kids. All the time.)
But I want to go.
But wouldn't you rather stay home and help Dad put lights in the yard?
You said it was going to be cold outside.
Hmm, she got me there.
But I really, really want to go.

Guilt set in, we were dressed, threw some snacks in a bag and we were out the door in ten minutes. Luckily everyone's noses were running so no one could smell the fact that I did not shower. Got there, hay ride, playground, Mom, ALL my friends are here, swinging some more, checking out trees, train ride, snack lunch. And since I was the only unprepared mom with neither hat or gloves for my child (what do you expect in 10 minutes) it was all riddled with MOM I AM SO COLD, CAN WE GO HOME NOW?

Which we couldn't because the stupid tractor had left us in the middle of a "forest" and I had no idea where our car was and I'm not so good with a compass.

So we both sucked it up and had a miserable great day and I only said "I told you so" 3 times and now at least I know that my kid could totally use some cold weather gear for Christmas. And maybe her mom too, or at least make it accessible. Because 51 degrees is so not fun.

Hey woman, could you take the damn picture, I'm freezing my booty off here!