What used to drive me crazy about winter in the frozen north was what to do with all your outer clothing when you got inside. You get inside the theater and you have to deal with your coat, your muffler, your hat, your gloves and maybe the extra cardigan you put on but don't need now. You're sitting in your seat in a nest of clothing and your back is sweating, your butt is sweating, your legs and arms are sweating. Your feet are sweating.
You go to the mall and you get to carry all that around as well as your bags.
Stuffing the kids into snowsuits, mufflers, hats, boots and then have them come in ten minutes later: "I GOTTA GO TO THE BAFFROOM!" Rinse and repeat.
You get into your car, fully clothed against the cold. It's fine until the heater starts working and then you're roasting. You have to try to wiggle out of your coat while driving down the road. The people in the back seat are cold, the people in the front seat are hot (unless, of course, you have a car fancy enough to have separate controls for front and back and then you get to say, "WELL, THEN, DOOOO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.....YOU HAVE A DIAL!")
Your coat closet is stuffed: the light coat, the medium coat, the heavy coat, the dressy coat and that's for every member of the family. AND the boots. The black boots, the brown boots, the really-heavy-tromp-in-the-snow-boots, the high-heeled boots, the low-heeled boots, the boots-that-you-just-HAD-to-have-that-only-go-with-one-outfit, plus a large collection of gloves (many of which are missing their partners but you can't throw that one away because you just MIGHT find the other one), the toboggan caps, the earmuffs, the balaclavas, the mufflers.
I don't like cold weather. I don't like wearing a lot of clothing. I would have been happy in the Garden of Eden with a nice fig leaf or two.