The kids are loving this weather. Me, not so much. It just got so hot so quick, and I haven't had time to adjust, and I'm uber-pregnant, and I would kill for some mild 72 degree weather.
We got home Sunday night to find our house a balmy 85 degrees. And that was the main floor. I don't know how hot our bedroom was. I'm guessing 90, and I'm not exaggerating. (Well, maybe a little, but not a lot. Like 88 degrees maybe.) We got the kids in bed and Greg went right to work and installed our brand new window AC unit (courtesy of the greatest in-laws in human history who remembered they had an awesome one they weren't using anymore and just handed it over), and pretty soon it was 72 in my bedroom and I was the happiest pregnant woman ever. Greg decided that if ever there was an 'ox in the mire*' kinda situation, it's having a nine month pregnant wife with a 90 degree bedroom :-) (We're thinking the example, with a well timed mention in General Conference by President Monson, could quickly become the modern Mormon version of the ox example for appropriate reasons to break the sabbath . . . :-). I am a much happier person with a cool room to sleep (and hide out in the heat of the day) in.)
My lawn also seems to hate the sudden change in temperature -- just last week Greg and I were all smugly patting ourselves on the back for our lush green front lawn. Oh, what a good job we'd done this year! It was so healthy and strong looking! So of course this week, it looks so fried and it hasn't even gone more than a few days without water! Stupid hot weather killing my lush, green (front) lawn. (My back lawn is full of crap grass (and crab grass, but mainly just a variety of different grasses that are all crap). We bust our butts all summer watering and poisoning and fertilizing and we still end up with pathetic, patchy, ugly grass back there. One day we want to kill it all and start from scratch, but that little yard improvement project is still down the list a few years.)
Although, we did spend an hour at the splash park the other day, and the girls ran through sprinklers yesterday, and have spent every spare minute out in the sandbox -- and they love it all so much, I'm kinda feeling guilty about begrudging their fun summer weather. At least I'm 37 weeks pregnant this week, so I'm taking comfort in the fact I'm not going to be pregnant all summer . . .
* Rescuing an “ox from the mire” is a popular Mormon euphemism for breaking the Sabbath Day (and for other Christians, but Mormon's seem to really like it -- possibly due to all those oxens in pioneer stories). This phrase kinda comes from when the Savior was accused of doing work when He healed a man on the Sabbath. His response is in Luke 14:5:
5 And answered them, saying, Which of you shall have an ass or an ox fallen into a pit, and will not straightway pull him out on the sabbath day?
4 comments:
You're absolutely right, just as you think you can't bear the heat anymore you will have your baby and then just be worried about protecting him from the heat. Well and the sleep deprivation won't help. My kids are the same way .. they are outside all day every day right now. I'm waiting to see if it changes as it gets increasingly hot. Jackson asked my stauch (sp?) Catholic mother in law the other day whether this is how hot Hell is? lol!
On another note you'll have to let me know how well the window AC works? We've debated about getting one because the master bedroom is by far the hottest room in our house. We installed new windows this year and are waiting to see if that improves the problem, if not we may do the same thing. How do you like it??
So far I've REALLY loved the window unit -- especially at night. The biggest problem for me is the noise. It's not actually loud, I sleep just fine with it like less than a foot and a half from my head -- it just works REALLY, REALLY well as a white noise machine, and I can therefore no longer hear my kids :-) I don't know Ellie's woke up from a nap unless I repeatedly go in and check (and risk waking her up in the process), and in the mornings Ellie will wake up Annie and Annie will come in and tell me Ellie wants out of her crib. :-) So, I don't know how this is gonna work with the new baby -- I can't exactly drown him out once he goes in the other room. :-)
I also can't hear the kids on other floors of the house, or even sometimes in their own room across the hall -- so it makes it harder to supervise from afar. :-)
I love having my room cool though, so everything else is just issues I'll have to figure out :-)
Cole and I used to LIVE for flooding our sandbox. We would bury these little action figures called muscle men, and then spend the rest of the summer trying to dig them all up. One of my favorite childhood memories.
Dalan and I are now seriously considering a window AC unit. Our bed room is sooooooooooooooo hot in the summer!
Hey, I actually remember doing that with you in your sandbox!
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