I am strangely disappointed by our lack of winter weather so far. Which is funny, because it isn't winter yet. But last year, we had four snowfalls (none of which stayed on the ground for more than a day at most) during the month of October. This year, while we had a few days that were kind of chilly and windy, and an occasional rain shower, we had NO snow at all. We're three days into November, with no snow in the forecast until at least the 12th (and of course that could change any time). We did get a little more of a "fall" than we did last year; the leaves actually changed colors instead of just drying up and falling off the trees. But I feel somehow unfulfilled by the weather, which has just been middle of the road (50s and 60s) with some sun and wind. I either want a ridiculous Indian summer with temps in the 70s, or snow with temps in the 30s and 40s.

And the funniest thing of all is, it isn't like I'm even going outside these days. My husband is walking the dog in the mornings while I start feeding the baby, I can't really take the dog for a walk during the day because I'm home alone so I just put the dog on a lead out in the back yard, and I MIGHT get to walk the dog at night before bed IF I'm not in the middle of another feeding. It's pretty ridiculous of me to be this disappointed by the weather. But I am. Maybe it's the hormones.