“I’m too cold. No, wait, I’m too hot”

We get up at 5:30 to catch the sunrise from the terrace.

It’s absolutely freezing in the dark. The girls have pashminas while I have to make do with grit and pluck. Thankfully we all have hot chocolate being ferried out from the kitchen. I keep knocking it back until the sugar rush gives me a toddler mood flashback.

After twenty minutes, the sun comes up and the temperature climbs fifteen degrees in as many minutes. It’s amazing how fast the bare sun at altitude can change things. Five minutes later I’m comfortable and the girls are complaining about being too hot.

The problem with women is they just don’t know what they want.