High temps had been ~80 degrees all week, with morning rush hour temps in the mid-sixties. Nice by most standards. I finally started putting the girls in shorts for school instead of pants, and after weeks of carry our jackets (or sweatshirts at least) around in the car in case the temporature dipped, we had finally gotten confident that, being mid-May, the warm weather was here to stay. And so stayed the jackets at the house.
When I dropped the girls off at school this morning, it was a reasonable 62, with a brisk wind. At lunch time it was warmer and comfortable without a jacket. Though it did start raining as I returned to work.
As soccer ended last weekend (!!!), the ex-wife picked the girls up from school today. Meanwhile, I was working away until a little after 9pm, never the wiser with regard to the conditions outside. Shortly before I left, I saw on a local website a display of the temperature and about flipped. It was 48 degrees. When did that happen, I thought. And, oh crap, I only packed shorts for the girls and no jackets. So I called the ex-wife to explain the situation and to make sure she would be up for a bit so that I could take some warmer clothing over for the girls.
It was probably 9:30 or so before I got home. I spent ten or so minutes going through mail (e and snail) after getting school pants, jeans, sweatshirts and light jackets together for the girls. Then I headed off to their mother's house.
As it was close to ten when I got there, I expected the girls to have long been in bed. But I was informed that they had recently been told to stopped playing and talking. So I went in to listen at the door to make sure they were asleep and caught Darby out in the hallway instead of in bed. Big trouble.
I grabbed her hand and said I guess it's time to go home and started walking her toward the front door. Needless to say she didn't like that very much. I gave her a stern raised-voice verbal-lashing and reminded her of the bedtime rules and of my disappointment in her behavior (having been told repeatedly by mother and step-father to go to bed). She was pretty shocked that I was there to begin with (she had no idea I was heading over), and also afraid she'd get sent home I suppose, and so appropriately answered all of my questions to her suffixed with a "sir". She had such a look of "man, was I ever caught" on her face. Almost wish I got the camera out for that.
Shortly after that little incident I took off, as I still had to hit the gym. By the time I got back to my part of town it was about 10:45, so I had another quick change, run (10:04), change, and leave as the cleaning crew is mopping the floor situation. I don't like those much, but running today and Saturday will allow me to get my three runs in for the week since I messed up my schedule (forgot my gym bag) yesterday.
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