Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Heat is On

Caleb had a play date with a friend that lives near Butler University. We arrived a wee bit early to the play date, so the boys walked around Holcomb Gardens. They spotted a water snake, huge fish, and tadpoles. They were in heaven!

Warning: This blog contains a massive amount of self pity and complaining. Read at your own risk!

"I would have made a terrible pioneer woman," I declared to Chris as sweat poured down my back. "How in the world did they make it without air conditioning?"

Chris replied, "Aren't you the same person that once used a space heater in July?"

One and the same.

It's true, I'm chronically cold and adore the heat. But the last 24 hours have caused me to reevaluate.

The air conditioning in our house went out last night. I took the news in stride; I reminded myself many people live without air conditioning. We'll open windows. We'll soak in the summer air. We'll conserve energy.

Chris agreed we'd been fine; then he left for the cooler confines of the ER.

Lucky guy!

I ran around the house and opened windows. (Cooper thought this was super cool, and I soon caught him heckling neighbors from an open upstairs window. Sigh.) The breeze didn't blow through the windows as I'd hoped; the heat seemed stagnant, and content to hover over our beds. Four boys tossed and turned and finally succumbed to sleep around 11 p.m. One tired mommy quickly followed suit.

This morning, we awoke to a cool house, but as the day progressed so did the heat. Again tonight, hot temperatures have hindered slumber. My disagreeable mood and exhaustion have risen exponentially with the temperature.

We're waiting for our air to return on Tuesday (hopefully) upon arrival of a pesky part. Until then, I'm working on the attitude and praying for a cold front.

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